"Nothing!" He insisted quietly upon a further answer. At the tender tones of the captain's voice, the phlegmatic corporal turned and winked gravely at the man next to him. "Won't you tell me?" The girl shook her head. "Please tell me!" The silent privates were moving their feet uneasily and wondering how long they were to wait. The captain said: "Please, won't you tell me?" Then this girl's voice began in stricken tones half coherent, and amid violent sobbing: "It was grandpa's. He--he--he said he was going to shoot anybody who came in here--he didn't care if there were thousands of 'em. And--and I know he would, and I was afraid they'd kill him. And so--and--so I stole away his pistol--and I was going to hide it when you--you--you kicked open the door." The men straightened up and looked at each other. The girl began to weep again. The captain mopped his brow. He peered down at the girl. He mopped his brow again. Suddenly he said: "Ah, don't cry like that." He moved restlessly and looked down at his boots. He mopped his brow again. Then he gripped the corporal by the arm and dragged him some yards back from the others. "Jones," he said, in an intensely earnest voice, "will you tell me what in the devil I am going to do?" The corporal's countenance became illuminated with satisfaction at being thus requested to advise his superior officer. He adopted an air of great thought, and finally said: "Well, of course, the feller with the grey sleeve must be upstairs, and we must get past the girl and up there somehow. Suppose I take her by the arm and lead her--" "What!" interrupted the captain from between his clinched teeth. As he turned away from the corporal, he said fiercely over his shoulder: "You touch that girl and I'll split your skull!" III The corporal looked after his captain with an expression of mingled amazement, grief, and philosophy. He seemed to be saying to himself that there unfortunately were times, after all, when one could not rely upon the most reliable of men. When he returned to the group he found the captain bending over the girl and saying: "Why is it that you don't want us to search upstairs?" The girl's head was buried in her crossed arms. Locks of her hair had escaped from their fastenings, and these fell upon her shoulder. "Won't you tell me?" The corporal here winked again at the man next to him. "Because," the girl moaned--"because--there isn't anybody up there." The captain at last said timidly: "Well, I'm afraid--I'm afraid we'll have to----" The girl sprang to her feet again, and implored him with her hands. She looked deep into his eyes with her glance, which was at this time like that of the fawn when it says to the hunter, "Have mercy upon me!" These two stood regarding each other. The captain's foot was on the bottom step, but he seemed to be shrinking. He wore an air of being deeply wretched and ashamed. There was a silence!