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The girl felt impelled to look at the corner of the interior where were the cow-stalls. There was no light there save the appearance of peculiar grey haze which marked the track of the dimming rays of the lantern. All else was sombre shadow. At last she saw something move there. It might have been as small as a rat, or it might have been a part of something as large as a man. At any rate, it proclaimed that something in that spot was alive. At one time she saw it plainly, and at other times it vanished, because her fixture of gaze caused her occasionally to greatly tangle and blur those peculiar shadows and faint lights. At last, however, she perceived a human head. It was monstrously dishevelled and wild. It moved slowly forward until its glance could fall upon the prisoner and then upon the sentry. The wandering rays caused the eyes to glitter like silver. The girl’s heart pounded so that she put her hand over it.

The sentry and the prisoner remained immovably waxen, and over in the gloom the head thrust from the floor watched them with its silver eyes.

Finally, the prisoner slipped from the feed-box, and raising his arms, yawned at great length.”Oh, well,” he remarked, “you boys will get a good licking if you fool around here much longer. That’s some satisfaction, anyhow, even if you did bag me. You’ll get a good walloping.” He reflected for a moment, and decided: “I’m sort of willing to be captured if you fellows only get a d—-d good licking for being so smart.”

The sentry looked up and smiled a superior smile.”Licking, hey? Nixey!” He winked exasperatingly at the prisoner.”You fellows are not fast enough, my boy. Why didn’t you lick us at —-? and at —-? and at —-?” He named some of the great battles.

To this the captive officer blurted in angry astonishment: “Why, we did!”

The sentry winked again in profound irony.”Yes, I know you did. Of course. You whipped us, didn’t you? Fine kind of whipping that was! Why, we—-“

He suddenly ceased, smitten mute by a sound that broke the stillness of the night. It was the sharp crack of a distant shot that made wild echoes among the hills. It was instantly followed by the hoarse cry of a human voice, a far-away yell of warning, singing of surprise, peril, fear of death. A moment later there was a distant, fierce spattering of shots. The sentry and the prisone
r stood facing each other, their lips apart, listening.

The orchard at that instant awoke to sudden tumult. There were the thud and scramble and scamper of feet, the mellow, swift clash of arms, men’s voices in question, oath, command, hurried and unhurried, resolute and frantic. A horse sped along the road at a raging gallop. A loud voice shouted, “What is it, Ferguson?” Another voice yelled something incoherent. There was a sharp, discordant chorus of command. An uproarious volley suddenly rang from the orchard. The prisoner in grey moved from his intent, listening attitude. Instantly the eyes of the sentry blazed, and he said with a new and terrible sternness: “Stand where you are!”

The prisoner trembled in his excitement. Expressions of delight and triumph bubbled to his lips.”A surprise, by Gawd! Now–now, you’ll see!”

The sentry stolidly swung his carbine to his shoulder. He sighted carefully along the barrel until it pointed at the prisoner’s head, about at his nose.”Well, I’ve got you, anyhow. Remember that! Don’t move!”

The prisoner could not keep his arms from nervously gesturing.”I won’t; but—-“

“And shut your mouth!”

The three comrades of the sentry flung themselves into view.”Pete– devil of a row!–can you—-“