too, was done. "Now, corporal, you come here; lay down your arms, take
off your accoutrements, and lay them down also." He was obeyed. Turning
to the right man of the guard, "Come here, you grenadier. Bring a pair
of handcuffs and put them on this corporal, lock him up in another cell,
and bring me the key." When this was done, turning to the astounded
drummer, our hero said, "Drummer, beat to arms."

The garrison was aroused. First to rush out was Lieutenant Williams,
sword in hand. "Williams!" said the Colonel, "go instantly and secure
Rock"--a former sergeant, recently reduced. "If he hesitates to obey,
even for one second, cut him down." Up the stairs flew Williams, calling
to Rock to come down. "Yes, sir," answered Rock, "when I take my arms."
"You must come without them," said Williams. "Oh, I must have my arms,
sir," and as Rock stretched out his hand to seize his musket in the
arm-rack, Williams shouted, "If you lay one finger on your musket I
will cut you down," at the same time drawing his sabre. "Now, go down
before me." Rock obeyed, was placed in irons, and within half an hour
Clark, O'Brien, and nine other mutineers were embarked for York on the
schooner.

What a picture rises before us. The mid-day sun, the glittering
barrack-square, the scarlet and white tunics and polished side-arms of
the frightened soldiers, with Brock, the embodiment of power and stern
justice, towering above the shrinking culprits. Expiation of the offence
had yet to follow. The appetite of the law had to be appeased. The trial
took place at Quebec. Four mutineers and three deserters were condemned
to death, and in the presence of the entire garrison were executed. The
details of this are best unwritten. Through a shocking blunder, the
firing party discharged their carbines when fifty yards distant, instead
of advancing to within eight yards of the victims. The harrowing scene