"What! When I saw you,--almost caught you! By heaven! I wish the sentry had killed you then and there. I never dreamed of such hardihood." "You've done nothing but dream. By Jove, I believe you're sleepwalking yet. What on earth do you mean by catching and killing me? 'Pon my soul I reckon you're crazy, Captain Chester." And color was gradually coming back again to Jerrold's face, and confidence to his tone. "Enough of this, Mr. Jerrold. Knowing what you and I both know, do you refuse to hand me your resignation?" "Of course I do." "Do you mean to deny to me where I saw you last night?" "I deny your right to question me. I deny anything,--everything. I believe you simply thought you had a clue and could make me tell. Suppose I _was_ out last night. I don't believe you know the faintest thing about it." "Do you want me to report the whole thing to the colonel?" "Of course I don't. Naturally, I want him to know nothing about my being out of quarters; and it's a thing that no officer would think of reporting another for. You'll only win the contempt of every gentleman in the regiment if you do it. What good will it do you?--Keep me from going to town for a few days, I suppose. What earthly business is it of yours, anyway?" "Jerrold, I can stand this no longer. I ought to shoot you in your tracks, I believe. You've brought ruin and misery to the home of my warmest friend, and dishonor to the whole service, and you talk of two or three days' stoppage from going to town. If I can't bring you to your senses, by God! the colonel shall." And he wheeled and left the room. For a moment Jerrold stood stunned and silent. It was useless to attempt reply. The captain was far down the walk when he sprang to the door to call him again. Then, hurrying back to the bedroom, he hastily dressed, muttering angrily and anxiously to himself as he did so. He was thinking deeply, too, and every movement betrayed nervousness and trouble. Returning to the front door, he gazed out upon the parade, then took his forage-cap and walked rapidly down towards the adjutant's office. The orderly bugler was tilted up in a chair, leaning half asleep against the whitewashed front, but his was a weasel nap, for he sprang up and saluted as the young officer approached. "Where did Major Sloat go, orderly?" was the hurried question. "Over towards the stables, sir. Him and Captain Chester was here together, and they're just gone."