"No. You are the best-looking girl I ever saw," he declared with
rustic frankness.

"I never had a compliment that pleased me so much," she answered, as
her elbows tightened a little on his hands which were clinging to her
coat. "I almost loved you for what you did to the old villain. I saw
blood on the side of your head. I fear he hurt you?"

"He jabbed me once. It is nothing."

"How brave you were!"

"I think I am more scared now than I was then," said Jack.

"Scared! Why?"

"I am not used to girls except my sisters."

She laughed and answered:

"And I am not used to heroes. I am sure you can not be so scared as I
am, but I rather enjoy it. I like to be scared--a little. This is so
different."

"I like you," he declared with a laugh.

"I feared you would not like an English girl. So many North Americans
hate England."