"I do; that is, I know their name, general, but nothing further."

"He's a clever man, and will remember your services," said the
general, carelessly, as he walked up the quay and received the
salute of the sentinel on duty.

Some strange feeling appeared to be working in the breast of the
young officer who had just performed the gallant deed we have
recorded, for he seemed even now to be quite lost to all outward
realization, and was evidently engaged in most agreeable communion
with himself mentally. He too now walked up the quay, also,
receiving the salute of the sentinel, and not forgetting either, as
did the superior officer, to touch his cap in acknowledgement, a
sign that an observant man would have marked in the character of
both; and one, too, which was not lost on the humble private, whose
duty it was to stand at his post until the middle watch of the
night. A long and weary duty is that of a sentinel on the quay at
night.






CHAPTER II.

THE BELLE AND THE SOLDIER.