But I had no more eyes then for the inside of the tent; for Captain Dyer just seemed to awaken to the fact that I was standing close by him as sentry, and he gave quite a start as he looked at me for a few moments without speaking. Then he took a step forward. "Who is this? O, thank goodness!" (he said those few words in an undertone, but I happened to hear them). "Smith," he said, "I forgot there was a sentry there. You saw me talking to that lady?" "Yes, sir," I said. "You saw everything?" "Yes, sir." "And you heard all?" "No, sir, not all; only what you said last." Then he was silent again for a few moments, but only to lay his hand directly after on my chest. "Smith," he said, "I would rather you had not seen this; and if it had been any other man in my company, I should perhaps have offered him money, to ensure that there was no idle chattering at the mess-tables; but you I ask, as a man I can trust, to give me your word of honour as a soldier to let what you have seen and heard be sacred." "Thank you, captain," I said, speaking thick, for somehow his words seemed to touch me. "You sha'n't repent trusting me." "I have no fear, Smith," he said, speaking lightly, and as if he felt joyful and proud and happy. "What a glorious night for a cigar!" And he took one out of his case, when we both started; for, as if he had that moment risen out of the ground, Lieutenant Leigh stood there close to us; and even to this day I can't make out how he managed it, but all the same he must have seen and heard as much as I had. "And pray, is my word of honour as a soldier to be taken, Captain Dyer? or is my silence to be bought with money?--Curse you! come this way, will you!" he hissed; for Captain Dyer had half turned, as if to avoid him, but he stepped back directly, and I saw them walk off together amongst the trees, till they were quite out of sight; and if ever I felt what it was to be tied down to one spot, I felt it then, as I walked sentry up and down by that tent, watching for those two to return. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ STORY ONE, CHAPTER FIVE. Now, after giving my word of honour to hold all that sacred, some people may think I'm breaking faith in telling what I saw; but I made that right by asking the colonel's leave--he is a colonel now--and he smiled, and said that I ought to change the names, and then it would not matter. I left off my last chapter saying how I felt being tied down to one spot, as I kept guard there; and perhaps everybody don't know that a sentry's duty is to stay in the spot where he has been posted, and that leaving it lightly might, in time of war, mean death. I should think I watched quite an hour, wondering whether I ought to give any alarm; but I was afraid it might look foolish, for perhaps after all it might only mean a bit of a quarrel, and I could not call to mind any quarrel between officers ending in a duel.