But, Daisy, _what_--"
For the girl had sprung lightly out ere Jack Benson could assist her.
The girl now stood, drawn to her full height, yet without affecting
any theatrical pose. But over her lips hovered a smile of cool disdain
that the look in her eyes heightened.
"Don't lie to me any more, Donald Graves," commanded the girl, steadily,
"and don't deceive yourself. Both tasks, I know, will be hard for a
man so vile that he'd sell his country's Flag!"
Millard stared at her in growing horror. Then anger rushed to his face.
"Daisy!" he gasped. "Have you betrayed me? Have you brought Benson
here as an enemy?"
Daisy did not answer her former lover. She continued to gaze at him
with an irony of expression that sent the hot blood mounting to his
head.
"Can't you speak?" he demanded. "Then, Benson, why don't you talk?"
"Because," replied Jack, "I am waiting for Miss Huston to say to you
all, or as little, as she cares to say."
"Speak, then!" commanded Millard, turning imperiously to the girl.
"And my command to you," retorted the girl, "is different. Silence!
Never again address me, you traitor to your Flag!"
Millard was swift to realize the fullness of the girl's contempt.
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