waiting. The Sagamore had my pack and rifle for me. On the rifle-platform above, the soldiers of the garrison stood looking down at us.

And now I heard the short, ringing word of command, and out of the gate marched our twenty riflemen, Boyd striding lightly ahead.

Then, as he set foot on the log bridge, I saw Dolly Glenn standing there, confronting him, blocking his way, her arms extended and her eyes fixed on him.

“Are you mad?” he said curtly.

“If you go,” she retorted unsteadily, “leaving me behind you here — unwedded — God will punish you.”

The column had came to a halt. There was a dead silence on parapet and parade while three