The effort made by the unfortunate youth was momentary.
Faint from the blood he had lost, and giddy from the
excitement of his feelings, he sank back exhausted on
his pillow, and wept like a child.

Old Morrison shed tears also; for his heart bled for the
sufferings of one whom he had nursed and played with even
in early infancy, and whom, although his master, he regarded
with the affection he would have borne to his own child. As
he had justly observed, he would have willingly given half
his remaining years to be able to remove the source of the
sorrow which so deeply oppressed him.

When this violent paroxysm had somewhat subsided, De
Haldimar became more composed; but his was rather that
composure which grows out of the apathy produced by
overwhelming grief, than the result of any relief afforded
to his suffering heart by the tears he had shed. He had
continued some time in this faint and apparently tranquil
state, when confused sounds in the barrack-yard, followed
by the raising of the heavy drawbridge, announced the
return of the detachment. Again he started up in his bed
and demanded his clothes, declaring his intention to go
out and receive the corpse of his murdered brother. All
opposition on the part of the faithful Morrison was now
likely to prove fruitless, when suddenly the door opened,
and an officer burst hurriedly into the room.

"Courage! courage! my dear De Haldimar; I am the bearer