eyes brimming. "I know by the way it hurts me to think of
refusing her that it's a temptation to wrong-doing. No, I can't
save myself by sacrificing a brother soldier for humanity.
She is just as kind as she can be, but women don't understand business;
she wouldn't make allowance for Richards."

He felt a hand on his shoulder; it was Martin apologizing for hurrying
Miss Brown; but the baby was fretting and ----

"I'm sorry--yes--well, I wish you didn't have to go!"
Nelson began; but a hoarse treble rose from under his elbows:
"Say, Mr. Martin, Uncle and me can take Miss Brown home."

"If you will allow me the pleasure," said Nelson, with the touch
of courtliness that showed through his homespun ways.

"Well, I WOULD like to see the hundred bombs bursting at once
and Vulcan at his forge!" said Miss Brown.

Thus the matter arranged itself. Tim waited with the lady
while Nelson went for the horse, nor was it until afterward that
Miss Brown wondered why the lad did not go instead of the man.
But Tim had his own reasons. No sooner was Nelson out of earshot
than he began: "Say, Miss Brown, I can tell you something."

"Yes?"

"That Richards is no good; but you can't get Uncle to see it. At least
it will take time. If you'll help me we can get him round in time.
Won't you please not sell us out for six months and give me a show?