"Oh, Lieutenant Brant!" and the vision clung to his arm tenderly. "It
is such a relief to find that you are unhurt. Did--did you kill him?"
Brant stared. "I--I fear I scarcely comprehend, Miss Spencer. I have
certainly taken no one's life. What can you mean?"
"Oh, I am so glad; and Naida will be, too. I must go right back and
tell the poor girl, for she is nearly distracted. Oh, Lieutenant, is
n't it the most romantic situation that ever was? And he is such a
mysterious character!"
"To whom do you refer? Really, I am quite in the dark."
"Why, Mr. Hampton, of course. Oh, I know all about it. Naida felt so
badly over your meeting this morning that I just compelled her to
confide her whole story to me. And didn't you fight at all?"
"Most assuredly not," and Brant's eyes began to exhibit amusement;
"indeed, we parted quite friendly."
"I told Naida I thought you would. People don't take such things so
seriously nowadays, do they? But Naida is such a child and so full of
romantic notions, that she worried terribly about it. Is n't it
perfectly delightful what he is going to do for her?"
"I am sure I do not know."
"Why, had n't you heard? He wants to send her East to a
boarding-school and give her a fine education. Do you know,
Lieutenant, I am simply dying to see him; he is such a perfectly
splendid Western character."