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But directly in front of the captain was a young girl. The flying open of the door had obviously been an utter astonishment to her, and she remained transfixed there in the middle of the floor, staring at the captain with wide eyes.

She was like a child caught at the time of a raid upon the cake. She wavered to and fro upon her feet, and held her hands behind her. There were two little points of terror in her eyes, as she gazed up at the young captain in dusty blue, with his reddish, bronze complexion, his yellow hair, his bright sabre held threateningly.

These two remained motionless and silent, simply staring at each other for some moments.

The captain felt his rage fade out of him and leave his mind limp. He had been violently angry, because this house had made him feel hesitant, wary. He did not like to be wary. He liked to feel confident, sure. So he had kicked the door open, and had been prepared, to march in like a soldier of wrath.

But now he began, for one thing, to wonder if his uniform was so dusty and old in appearance. Moreover, he had a feeling that his face was covered with a compound of dust, grime, and perspiration. He took a step forward and said: “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” But his voice was coarse from his battle-howling. It seemed to him to have hempen fibres in it.

The girl’s breath came in little, quick gasps, and she looked at him as she would have looked at a serpent.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he said again.

The girl, still with her hands behind her, began to back away.

“Is there any one else in the house?” he went on, while slowly following her.”I don’t wish to disturb you, but we had a fight with some rebel skirmishers in the woods, and I thought maybe some of them might have come in here. In fact, I was pretty sure of it. Are there any of them here?”

The girl looked at him and said, “No!” He wondered why extreme agitation made the eyes of some women so limpid and bright.

“Who is here besides yourself?”

By this time his pursuit had driven her to the end of the hall, and she remained there with her back to the wall and her hands still behind her. When she answered this question, she did not look at him but down at the floor. She cleared her voice and then said: “There is no one here.”

“No one?”

She lifted her eyes to him in that appeal that the human being must make even to falling trees, crashing boulders, the sea in a storm, and said, “No, no, there is no one here.” He could plainly see her tremble.

Of a sudden he bethought him that she continually kept her hands behind her. As he recalled her air when first discovered, he remembered she appeared precisely as a child detected at one of the crimes of childhood. Moreover, she had always backed away from him. He thought now that she was concealing something which was an evidence of the presence of the enemy in the house.

“What are you holding behind you?” he said suddenly.

She gave a little quick moan, as if some grim hand had throttled her.

“What are you holding behind you?”

“Oh, nothing—please. I am not holding anything behind me; indeed I’m not.”

“Very well. Hold your hands out in front of you, then.”

“Oh, indeed, I’m not holding anything behind me. Indeed I’m not.”

“Well,” he began. Then he paused, and remained for a moment dubious. Finally, he laughed.”Well, I shall have my men search the house, anyhow. I’m sorry to trouble you, but I feel sure that there is some one here whom we want.” He turned to the corporal, who with the other men was gaping quietly in at the door, and said: “Jones, go through the house.”