It was no pleasanter for a president to be aroused from his slumbers than for an ordinary private citizen, and James Madison obeyed the summons with some little reluctance. An order was signed, granting a stay until further inquiry could be made. With this document our friends again went to the lockup, and found Bob sleeping as peacefully as he could, considering his unpleasant seat. When told he was not to die quite as soon as he had been led to anticipate, he evinced so much exuberant joy that his bench fell over, and he sat down on the floor with a force far from pleasant. Knowing that Bob was in no further danger of losing his life, our friends returned to their hotel, but not before learning that it was the commandant's daughter who had been the cause of Bob's transmission to the civil authorities. Miss Jones had thought the civil courts would not allow the military execution, at least until after Bob had been duly tried. Her father, wishing to find an excuse for saving the powder-monkey's life, had acceded to her request, and thus given an opportunity for Bob's friends to raise a point on constitutional law. Early next morning our friends, accompanied this time by Bertha Tempest, paid another visit to Bob. To their delight he had been released from the stocks, and was walking up and down the little room. "Who released me?" he repeated in answer to an inquiry made by his captain. "Oh, Lor', it was an angel from heaven, no one else could be so beautiful, saving Miss Bertha--I ask pardon, Mistress Tempest--and we all know she is an angel." "I do not understand," interrupted Vernon. "Lor', sir, she came here an hour ago, and I was still sitting like a trussed fowl, and she says, 'Let the poor boy walk about a bit;' and the watchman says, 'To please you, miss, I'd do anything, for your smile is like a streak of sunshine on a cloudy day,' them's his words, and they were true, too, and I says, 'My cap'n, miss, is the bravest man as ever walked a deck, and if you want a good husband, why he is the man you could love.'" "For shame, Bob, insulting a lady like that." "She wasn't insulted, for her face showed she was pleased, it went so red, and she said as how she loved all brave men, but did not want a husband." "Who is she, do you know?" asked Tempest. "Yes, she gave the watchman her name, quite proud like, she says to him 'Let the poor boy,' that's me, cap'n, 'out of those stocks,' that's what they calls them things"--pointing to the instrument of torture--"and she says, 'if any one wants to know why you did it, tell them that Miss Pauline Jones asked you.' But, cap'n, there she is--miss, this is the brave cap'n I told you about." Captain Vernon turned and saw the blushing face of the commandant's daughter. She knew that Bob's silly speech had been repeated to Vernon, and her face flushed, making her look far more beautiful, if that were possible.