As I stood there, panting and breathless, a woman rushed downward.
Believing she would throw herself into that tangled mass below, I
instantly caught her to me.

"Don't," I cried anxiously. "You cannot help him. For God's sake go
back where you were."

"It is not that," she exclaimed, her voice thrilling with excitement.
"Oh, Captain Wayne, do you not hear the bugles?"

As by magic those hateful faces vanished, disappearing by means of
every opening leading out from the hall, and when the cheering blue-
coats surged in through the broken door, I was yet standing there,
apparently alone but for the dead, leaning weak and breathless against
the wall, my arm about Edith Brennan.




CHAPTER XXXIII

A BELLIGERENT GERMAN


A young officer, whose red face was rendered extremely conspicuous by
the blue of his uniform, led the rush of his soldiers as they came
tumbling gallantly into the hall.

"Up there, men!" he cried, catching instant sight of me, and pointing.
"Get that Johnny with the girl."