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Early the next morning he went to the tent of Captain Zuten and

requested to see Private Traverse Rocke, in whom, he said, he felt a

warm interest.

The answer of Colonel Le Noir's tool confirmed Herbert's worse

suspicions.

Touching his cap with an air of exaggerated deference, he said: "As you think so much of the young fellow, Major, I am very sorry to

inform you, sir, that he is under arrest."

"Upon what charge?" inquired Herbert, calmly, concealing the suspicion

and indignation of his bosom.

"Upon a rather bad one, Major--sleeping on his post," replied the

officer, masking his exultation with a show of respect.

"Rather bad! The penalty is death," said Herbert, dryly.

"Yes, sir--martial law is rather severe."

"Who charges him?" asked Herbert, curtly.

"The Colonel of our regiment, sir," replied the man, scarcely able to

conceal his triumph.

"An accusation from a high quarter. Is his charge supported by other

testimony?"

"Beg pardon, Major, but is that necessary?"

"You have answered my question by asking another one, sir. I will

trouble you for a direct reply," said Herbert with dignity.

"Then, Major, I must reply--yes."

"What testimony? I would know the circumstances?"

"Well, sir, I will tell you about it," said the officer, with

ill-concealed triumph. "Private Traverse Rocke had the early morning

watch----"

"After his return from the night ride to Acapulco?"

"Yes, sir. Well, Colonel Le Noir and myself in going our rounds this

morning, just before sunrise, came full upon the young fellow, fast

asleep on his post. In fact, sir, it required a hearty shake to awaken

him."

"After ninety-six hours' loss of sleep, I should not wonder."

"I know nothing about that, sir. I only know that Colonel Le Noir and

myself found him fast asleep on his post. He was immediately arrested."

"Where is he now?" inquired Herbert.

"In one of the Colonel's extra tents, under guard," replied the

officer.

Herbert immediately went to the tent in question, where he found two

sentinels, with loaded muskets, on duty before the door. They grounded

arms on the approach of their superior officer.

"Is Private Traverse Rocke confined within there?" he inquired.

"Yes, sir."

"I must pass in to see him."

"I beg your pardon, sir, but our orders are strict, not even to admit

an officer, without a written order from our Colonel, said the

sentinel.