I glanced aside, and saw her turn instantly and face him, her eyes
aflame with indignation. "Then I will!"

As she spoke, her voice fairly trembling with intense feeling, she
stepped backward out of sight into the house.

Another instant and she reappeared, sweeping past him without so much
as a word, and bearing in her hand my old campaign hat, came directly
up to us.

"Sentry," she said in her old imperious manner, "I desire to place this
hat on the head of your prisoner."

The fellow glanced uneasily over his shoulder at the seemingly
unconscious officer, not knowing whether it were better to permit the
act or not, but she waited for no permission.

"Captain Wayne," she said, her voice grown kindly in a moment, and her
eyes frankly meeting mine, "you will pardon such liberty, I am sure,
but it is not right that you should be compelled to march uncovered in
this sun."

She placed the hat in position, asking as she did so:

"Does that feel comfortable?"

"The memory of your thoughtfulness," I replied warmly, bowing as best I
might, "will make the march pleasant, no matter what its end may mean
to me."