It was late in the forenoon when the heavily armed guard marched Hamlin across to the commandant's office. He had been surprised at the delay, but had enjoyed ample opportunity to plan a course of action, and decide how best to meet the questions which would be asked. He could clear himself without involving her, without even a mention of her presence, and this knowledge left him confident and at ease.
There were half a dozen officers gathered in the small room, the gray-bearded Colonel in command, sitting behind a table, with Major McDonald at his right, and the others wherever they could find standing room. Hamlin saluted, and stood at attention, his gray eyes on the face of the man who surveyed him across the table.
"Sergeant," the Colonel said rather brusquely, "you came in last night with 'M' troop, did you not?"
"Yes, sir."
"Had you ever met Lieutenant Gaskins before?"
"Once; he pulled me out of a bad scrape with a bunch of Indians out on the trail a few months ago."
"The same affair I spoke to you about," commented McDonald quietly. "The attack on the stage."
The Colonel nodded, without removing his eyes from the Sergeant's face.
"Yes, I know about that," he said. "And that was the only occasion of your meeting?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, Sergeant Hamlin, I purpose being perfectly frank with you. There are two or three matters not easily explained about this affair. I am satisfied of your innocence; that you were not directly concerned in the shooting of Lieutenant Gaskins. Men of your troop state that you were in barracks when the shots were fired, and the wound was not made by a service revolver, but by a much smaller weapon. Yet there are circumstances which puzzle us, but which, no doubt, you can explain. Two shots had been fired from your revolver," and he pushed the weapon across the table.
"I rode ahead of the troop in march yesterday," Hamlin explained, "and fired twice at a jack-rabbit. I must have neglected to replace the cartridges. Private Stone was with me."
"Why did you submit to arrest so easily, without any attempt to clear yourself?"
The Sergeant's gray eyes smiled, but his response was quietly respectful.
"I was condemned before I really knew what had occurred, sir. The sentry, the Sergeant of the guard, and the Lieutenant all insisted that I was guilty. They permitted me no opportunity to explain. I thought it just as well to remain quiet, and let the affair straighten itself out."
"Yet your action threw us completely off the trail," broke in McDonald impatiently. "It permitted the really guilty parties to escape. Did you see any one?"