The Governor passed his hand for a moment over his brows.
It seemed to those around him as if the mention of that
guard had called up recollections which gave him pain;
and it might be so, for his eldest son, Captain Frederick
de Haldimar, had commanded the guard. Whither he had
disappeared, or in what manner, no one knew.

"Are the artillery all present, Captain Wentworth?" again
demanded the Governor, after a moment of silence, and in
his wonted firm authoritative voice.

"All present, sir," rejoined the officer, following the
example of the Adjutant, and saluting his chief.

"Then let a drum-head court-martial be assembled
immediately, Mr. Lawson, and without reference to the
roster let the senior officers be selected."

The Adjutant went round to the respective divisions, and
in a low voice warned Captain Blessington, and the four
senior subalterns, for that duty. One by one the officers,
as they were severally called upon, left their places in
the square, and sheathing their swords, stepped into that
part of the area appointed as their temporary court. They
were now all assembled, and Captain Blessington, the
senior of his rank in the garrison, was preparing to
administer the customary oaths, when the prisoner Halloway
advanced a pace or two in front of his escort, and removing
his cap, in a clear, firm, but respectful voice, thus