Of a sudden he bethought him that she continually kept her hands behind her. As he recalled her air when first discovered, he remembered she appeared precisely as a child detected at one of the crimes of childhood. Moreover, she had always backed away from him. He thought now that she was concealing something which was an evidence of the presence of the enemy in the house. "What are you holding behind you?" he said suddenly. She gave a little quick moan, as if some grim hand had throttled her. "What are you holding behind you?" "Oh, nothing--please. I am not holding anything behind me; indeed I'm not." "Very well. Hold your hands out in front of you, then." "Oh, indeed, I'm not holding anything behind me. Indeed I'm not." "Well," he began. Then he paused, and remained for a moment dubious. Finally, he laughed. "Well, I shall have my men search the house, anyhow. I'm sorry to trouble you, but I feel sure that there is some one here whom we want." He turned to the corporal, who with the other men was gaping quietly in at the door, and said: "Jones, go through the house." As for himself, he remained planted in front of the girl, for she evidently did not dare to move and allow him to see what she held so carefully behind her back. So she was his prisoner. The men rummaged around on the ground floor of the house. Sometimes the captain called to them, "Try that closet," "Is there any cellar?" But they found no one, and at last they went trooping toward the stairs which led to the second floor. But at this movement on the part of the men the girl uttered a cry--a cry of such fright and appeal that the men paused. "Oh, don't go up there! Please don't go up there!--ple-ease! There is no one there! Indeed--indeed there is not! Oh, ple-ease!" "Go on, Jones," said the captain calmly. The obedient corporal made a preliminary step, and the girl bounded toward the stairs with another cry. As she passed him, the captain caught sight of that which she had concealed behind her back, and which she had forgotten in this supreme moment. It was a pistol. She ran to the first step, and standing there, faced the men, one hand extended with perpendicular palm, and the other holding the pistol at her side. "Oh, please, don't go up there! Nobody is there--indeed, there is not! P-l-e-a-s-e!" Then suddenly she sank swiftly down upon the step, and, huddling forlornly, began to weep in the agony and with the convulsive tremors of an infant. The pistol fell from her fingers and rattled down to the floor. The astonished troopers looked at their astonished captain. There was a short silence. Finally, the captain stooped and picked up the pistol. It was a heavy weapon of the army pattern. He ascertained that it was empty. He leaned toward the shaking girl, and said gently: "Will you tell me what you were going to do with this pistol?" He had to repeat the question a number of times, but at last a muffled voice said, "Nothing."