attitude toward everyone.

The little company stopped to rest in a beautiful; valley, beside
the banks of a swift stream. He watched Jane as she moved away
from the stretcher which held Bansemer, following her to the edge
of the stream where she had come to gaze pensively into the future.

"How is he?" he asked. She started and a warm glow came into her
cheek.

"He is doing nicely. If he can bear up until we reach Manila, he
will surely live. Are we going as rapidly as we should, Lieutenant
Bray?"

"Quite, Miss Cable. It isn't an easy march, you must: remember."
After a long silence, he suddenly remarked: "Miss Cable, I've
got a rather shameful confession to make. I've had some very base
thoughts to contend with. You may have guessed it or not, but I care
a great deal for you--more than for anyone else I've ever known.
You say he is to get well. For days I wished that he might die.
Don't look like that, please. I couldn't help it. I went so far,
at one stage, as to contemplate a delay in marching that might have
proved fatal to him. I thought of that way and others of which I
can't tell you. Thank God, I was man enough to put them away from
me! Wait, please! Let me finish. You have said you will not marry
him. I don't ask why you will not. I love you. Will you be my wife?"

She stared at him with consternation in her eyes. He had gone on
so rapidly that she could not check his rapid speech. Her hand went
to her brow and a piteous smile tried to force itself to her lips.