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My remaining where I was could be of no possible service to her, indeed my discovery there would only add to her embarrassment, yet I had no reason to believe the officer had left his seat yonder, and therefore dare not drop to the ground. My heart ached for the girl, and I longed to get my hands on that cur of a Le Gaire, yet might venture to approach neither.
Miss Hardy stepped instantly aside, concealing the revolver within the folds of her skirt, yet with watchful eyes on my face. Moran glanced at us both without suspicion, and approached me with outstretched hand. "Captain Le Gaire explained to me who you are, Major," he said with new cordiality, "and I am very glad to receive you as my guest. Are you one of the Mobile Athertons?"
Now don't deny it; I asked some questions before I left there, and you were with him out under the grape arbor. I saw the imprint of your feet in the soft dirt. By God, I believe you knew he struck me, and permitted me to lie there while he got away." "Captain Le Gaire " "Now you wait; this is my turn to talk. You thought you had fooled me, but you had not.
There was a moment's pause, so still I could hear my own breathing, and the slight noise Le Gaire made as he gripped his derringer stock more tightly. "Forward!" I stepped out almost mechanically, endeavoring not to walk too fast, and regulating each stride as though I were measuring the field.
"I presumed as much, sir, but first, and before we proceed further, I should like to have some explanation of the trouble between you and Le Gaire. You are doubtless aware that I am the father of Willifred Hardy." "Yes, Major, and I am perfectly willing to tell you the whole story. Shall I send for Miss Hardy to corroborate whatever I may say?" "No, sir.
"Within four or five hours. What's going on here? A little affair?" Hardy nodded. The sergeant sat still an instant, his eyes on me as though puzzled; then evidently concluded it was none of his business. "Come on, boys!" he said, and with a dip of the spurs was off, the two others clattering behind. Hardy swung Le Gaire sharply around, his eyes blazing.
I whirled, facing her, indignant at the words, and yet understanding as swiftly the reason for her suspicions. "It is Captain Le Gaire. I have just found him lying here." "Found him! Yes, but not lying there; I heard the noise, the fall of his body. Is is he dead?" She stood grasping the stair-rail, shrinking back from closer approach, her white face horror-stricken.
You'd never have thought that girl of mine cared anything for Le Gaire to hear her talk last night, yet, now the fellow is dead, she is crazy. Lying in there on the bed, crying, and won't say a word. Only thing she asked me when I came in was what he had been killed with. I said it looked as if he had been struck from behind with a pistol butt, and then she collapsed.
I felt no need of any help however, for Le Gaire was unarmed, and not of a nature to make serious resistance. Besides, if I was mistaken as to his hiding place in the house I preferred making the discovery alone. My exploration during the night had made me familiar with the arrangement of the front rooms, but not the extension to the rear.
"Good enough," he exclaimed, sufficiently loud to reach the ears of the astonished captain. "Not so bad, hey, Galesworth?" I nodded, but without venturing a reply, and Bell exhibited his surprise in his face. "Is is Lieutenant Galesworth an expert with the sabre?" he asked, after a moment's silence. "Is he!" echoed Hardy. "Do you mean to say Le Gaire has never heard of him?" "I I think not."
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