"I am," announced the soldier.
Another officer came up, and Cairness dropped from the twisted bow and walked away. "I wish you to read it, John," she said quietly.
Cairness mounted, and looked up anxiously at the sky, as he gathered his reins between his fingers. The wind had begun to howl through the branches of the trees. It promised to be a wild ride. "I will be back to-night, Landor, to report," he said; "that is, if the storm doesn't delay us." And they started off down the hill.