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CHAPTER I
AT POST NUMBER THREE
"Haltl Who’s there? ”
The challenge tore sharply through the August night, and Burr Beverly, West Pointer, bringing his rifle to a sudden “port," peered searchingly up the road that skirted the northern edge of the cadet encampment.
Unless he were greatly mistaken, he had spied a moment before a stealthy figure flitting almost shadow-like among the trees along this forbidden way which serpentines out past Kosciusko’s monument and thence around the brow of the promontory in the rear of the tented Corps. Ah! There it was again.
Halt! Who‘s there? "
A second time, and even more emphatically, Beverly voiced his challenge; but as before there was no response. Yet, as he strained his eyes through the darkness, he caught once more that movement of a furtive advance.....
290 PAGES LATER.....
...he was hardly startled to see a graceful, slender figure making its way toward him through the trees. Nadia was coming in search of him. Playfully the lieutenant threw his walking stick to a “port.” “Halt! Who’s there?" he challenged.
But this time she did not seek to run away. Straight ahead she came, and after a little mock struggle between them drew the walking stick out of his hands.
“But I have the countersign this time," she announced triumphantly.
“Give it, then."
“Well, close your eyes," she commanded, and raising herself on tiptoe, kissed him.
“You are right, sweetheart," murmured Beverly, catching her in his arms. “That is
a countersign that will always pass you anywhere that I have power to let you go."
“Ahl " Her musical laugh rippled out. “ That is no news to me, Senor. I discovered
it that night two months ago, the very first time you ever challenged me."
CHAPTER I
AT POST NUMBER THREE
"Haltl Who’s there? ”
The challenge tore sharply through the August night, and Burr Beverly, West Pointer, bringing his rifle to a sudden “port," peered searchingly up the road that skirted the northern edge of the cadet encampment.
Unless he were greatly mistaken, he had spied a moment before a stealthy figure flitting almost shadow-like among the trees along this forbidden way which serpentines out past Kosciusko’s monument and thence around the brow of the promontory in the rear of the tented Corps. Ah! There it was again.
Halt! Who‘s there? "
A second time, and even more emphatically, Beverly voiced his challenge; but as before there was no response. Yet, as he strained his eyes through the darkness, he caught once more that movement of a furtive advance.....
290 PAGES LATER.....
...he was hardly startled to see a graceful, slender figure making its way toward him through the trees. Nadia was coming in search of him. Playfully the lieutenant threw his walking stick to a “port.” “Halt! Who’s there?" he challenged.
But this time she did not seek to run away. Straight ahead she came, and after a little mock struggle between them drew the walking stick out of his hands.
“But I have the countersign this time," she announced triumphantly.
“Give it, then."
“Well, close your eyes," she commanded, and raising herself on tiptoe, kissed him.
“You are right, sweetheart," murmured Beverly, catching her in his arms. “That is
a countersign that will always pass you anywhere that I have power to let you go."
“Ahl " Her musical laugh rippled out. “ That is no news to me, Senor. I discovered
it that night two months ago, the very first time you ever challenged me."
Publication
Moffat, Yard & Co, (1915) 1st,Hdbk,,,Fair