s where we were, too."

"Where who were?"

"Oh, a young lady and I, some time ago. I just happened to think of it."

"It could not have been pleasant."

"You never made a bigger mistake in your life."

"Oh, she must have been pretty, then."

"You are right this time. She is glorious."

"Pardon me! They usually are in such adventures."

"By Jove, you're a clever one!"

"Does she live in America?"

"That's none of your affair."

"Oh!" and then there was silence between them.

"Inquisitive fool!" muttered Gren to him= self.

For some time they bumped along over the rough road, jostling against
each other frequently, both enduring stoically and silently. The rain
was still falling, but the thunder storm had lost its fury. The crashing
in the sky had abated, the winds were not so fierce, the night was being
shorn of its terrors. Still the intense, almost suffocating darkness
prevailed. But for the occasional touch neither could have told that
there was another person on the seat. Suddenly Lorry remembered the
lantern. It was still lit with the slide closed when he threw it on the
seat. Perhaps it still burned and could relieve the oppressive darkness
if but for a short time. He might, at least, satisfy his curiosity and
look upon the face of his companion. Leaning forward he fumbled among
the traps on the opposite seat.

"I think I'll see if the lantern is lighted. Let's have it a little
more cheerful in here," he said. There was a sharp exclamation, and
two vigorous hands grasped him by the shoulder, jerking him back
unceremoniously.

"No! No! You will ruin all! There must be no light," cried the soldier,
his voice high and shrill.

"But we are out of the city."

"I know! I know! But I will not permit you to have a light. Against
orders. We have not passed the outpost," expostulated the other,
nervously.

"What's the matter with your voice," demanded Lorry, struck by the change
in it.

"My voice?" asked the other, the tones natural again. "It's changing.
Didn't it embarrass you when your voice broke like that?" went on the
questioner, breathlessly. Lorry was now leaning back in the seat, quite
a little mystified.

"I don't believe mine ever broke like that," he said, speculatively.
There was no response, and he sat silent for some time, regretting more
and more that it was so dark.

Gradually he became conscious of a strange, unaccountable presence in
that dark cab. He could feel a change coming