He gave his head a comical flirt on one side. "I beg pardon! Why Colonel?" "I've promoted you for the brave deed of this morning." He recovered himself. "Oh!--oh--yes!--Hah! I had forgotten. You saw me put 'em to flight? I was a little late, but I gave service, don't you think?" "You were wonderful, but I know you're hungry; we're to have dinner soon--a real dinner, not a lunch." He looked a little self-conscious. "Well--I--shall be delighted. You see, I was awake most of the night, and in riding one gets hungry--and, besides, breakfast was a little hurried. In fact, I don't remember that I had any." "Why, you poor thing! I'll hurry it forward. Cheer up," and she whisked out of the room. Maynard flecked a little dust from his sleeve and inquired, carelessly: "Your sister isn't married?" "No, she sticks to me still. She's a blessed, good girl, and I don't know what I should do without her." "You mustn't be selfish," remarked Maynard, reflectively. "But see here, I must knock off some dust, or I will lose the good impression I made on the ladies." "Make yourself at home here and we'll have something to eat soon," said Curtis at the door. The dinner was unexpectedly merry. Every one felt like celebrating the army, and Maynard, as the representative of the cavalry arm, came near blushing at the praise which floated his way on toasts which were drunk from a bottle of sherry, a liquor Jennie had smuggled in for cooking purposes. "I admit I did it," he rose to say, "but I hold it not meet to have it so set down." Parker was extravagantly gay. "I'm going to do a statue of Maynard on his horse rushing to our rescue," he said. "It will be a tinted piece like the ancients used to do. That white helmet shall flash like snow. Sheridan will no longer be the great equestrian." "Leave off the broad smile," interrupted Lawson. "Captain Maynard's smile made light of our tragic situation." "I don't think so; it was the smile of combat," exclaimed Elsie. "It was thrilling." Maynard bowed. "Thank you, Miss Brisbane." "It was Jack Maynard's murderin' grin," said Curtis; "it was the look the boys used to edge away from at the Academy. I must tell you, Jack nearly got shunted into the ways of glory. He could whip any man in West Point in his day, and a New York sporting man offered to back him for a career. Thereupon Jack wrestled with the tempter and 'thrun 'im.' He now sees his mistake. He might have been 'Happy Jack, the Holy Terror,' by this time, earning two hundred thousand a year like the great O'Neill." Maynard sighed. "Instead of which, here I am rescuing beleaguered damsels, like the hero of a dime novel, on two thousand a year." Jennie spoke up sharply. "I will not have Captain Maynard made fun of any more. It was a noble deed, and he deserves better treatment for it." Maynard bowed. "I have one defender," he said, soberly. "Here's another," cried Elsie.