"I love you, Betty!--I want you to say you will marry me as soon as I
can stand by your side--you're not going?--I won't speak of this again
if it annoys you, dear!" for she had risen.

"I must, Charley--"

"Oh, don't--well, then, if you will go, I want Carrington to ride back
with you."

"But I brought George with me--"

"Yes, I know, but I want you to take Carrington--the Lord knows what we
are coming to here in West Tennessee; I must have word that you reach
home safe."

"Very well, then, I'll ask Mr. Carrington. Good-by, Charley, dear!"

Norton seemed to summon all his fortitude.

"You couldn't have done a kinder thing than come here, Betty; I can't
begin to tell you how grateful I am--and as for my loving you--why, I'll
just keep on doing that to the end. I can see myself a bent, old man
still pestering you with my attentions, and you a sweet, old lady with
snow-white hair and pink cheeks, still obdurate--still saying no! Oh,
Lord, isn't it awful!" He had lifted himself on his elbow, and now sank
back on his pillow.

Betty paused irresolutely.

"Charley--"

"Yes, dear?"

"Can't you be happy without me?"

"No."

"But you don't try to be!"

"No use in my making any such foolish effort, I'd be doomed to failure."

"Good-by, Charley--I really must go--"

He looked up yearningly into her face, and yielding to a sudden impulse,
she stooped and kissed him on the forehead, then she fled from the room.

"Oh, come back--Betty--" cried Norton, and his voice rose to a wail of
entreaty, but she was gone. She had been quite as much surprised by her
act as Charley himself.

In the yard, Carrington was waiting for her. Jeff had just brought up
Norton's horse, and though he made no display of weapons, the Kentuckian
had fully armed himself.

"I am going to ride to Belle Plain with you, Miss Malroy," he said, as
he lifted her into her saddle.

"Do you think it necessary?" she asked, but she did not look at him.

"I hope not. I'll keep a bit in advance," he added, as he mounted his
horse, and all Betty saw of him during their ride of five miles was his
broad back. At the entrance to Belle Plain he reined in his horse.

"I reckon it's all right, now," he said briefly.

"You will return at once to Mr. Norton?" she asked. He nodded. "And you
will not leave him while he is helpless?"

"No, I'll not leave him," said Carrington, giving her a steady glance.

"I am so glad, I--his friends will feel so much