for the wench was now struggling fiercely amid the laughing men.

“A pound to a penny!” repeated Boyd; “Do you take me, Loskiel?”

The next moment I had pushed in among them, forcing the hilarious circle to open; and I heard her quick, uneven breathing as I elbowed my way to her, and turned on the men good-humoredly.

“Come, boys, be off!” I said. “Leave rough sport to the lower party. She’s sobbing.” I glanced at her. “Why, she’s but a child, after all! Can’t you see, boys? Now, off with you all in a hurry!”

There had evidently been some discipline drilled into Colonel Thomas’s regiments the men seemed instantly to know me for an officer, whether by my dress or voice I know not, yet Morgan’s