again, whenever the enemy says the word."

"True! True!" exclaimed de Langeais, changing at once from shadow to
sunshine. "And when we're back in Virginia we'll turn our faces once
more to our foe!"

He took a step or two on the grass in time to the music which was now
that of a dance, and the brilliant beams of the setting sun showed a face
without a care. Invincible youth and the invincible gayety of the part
of the South that was French were supreme again. Dalton, looking at him,
shook his Presbyterian head. Yet his eyes expressed admiration.

"I know your feelings," said Harry to the Virginian.

"Well, what are they?"

"You don't approve of de Langeais' lightness, which in your stern code
you would call levity, and yet you envy him possession of it. You don't
think it's right to be joyous, without a care, and yet you know it would
be mighty pleasant. You criticize de Langeais a little, but you feel it
would be a gorgeous thing to have that joyous spirit of his."

Dalton laughed.

"You're pretty near the truth," he said. "I haven't known de Langeais
so very long, but if he were to get killed I'd feel that I had lost a
younger brother."

"So would I."