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Giving a sharp word of command, I marched them down the street and out into the square, where I met General Trelawny coming back from his futile assault. Like myself, he was bareheaded. His military countenance was begrimed with powder-smoke, but he spoke to me with no trace of anger in his voice. "'Lieutenant Sentore, he said, 'disperse your men.
"I gave the word to disband my men, and then stood at attention before him. "'Lieutenant Sentore, he said, in the same level voice, 'return to your quarters and consider yourself under arrest. Await my coming there. "I turned and obeyed his orders.
The last sands were falling through to the lower bulb. I saw that he did not believe my explanation. "'It seems now to be in perfect working order, he said, at last. "He strode up to it and reversed it, watching the sand pour for a few moments, then he spoke abruptly: "'Lieutenant Sentore, your sword. "I handed my weapon to him without a word.
He came into the room, and with him were a sergeant and four soldiers, fully armed. The general was trembling with rage, but held strong control over himself, as was his habit on serious occasions. "'Lieutenant Sentore, he said, 'why were you not at your post?" I did not notice its interruption until it was too late. "The general glanced grimly at the hour-glass.
"'There, general, I gasped, 'there is your citadel, and through this gap can we march to meet Marlborough. "'Pray, sir, who the deuce are you? cried the general, for my face was like that of a blackamoor. "'I am the lieutenant who has once more disobeyed your orders, general, in the hope of retrieving a former mistake. "'Sentore! he cried, rapping out an oath.
Turning to the sergeant, he said: 'Lieutenant Sentore is sentenced to death. He has an hour for whatever preparations he cares to make. Allow him to dispose of that hour as he chooses, so long as he remains within this room and holds converse with no one whatever.
When the last sands of this hour-glass are run, Lieutenant Sentore will stand at the other end of this room and meet the death merited by traitors, laggards, or cowards. Do you understand your duty, sergeant? "'Yes, general. "General Trelawny abruptly left the room, and we heard his heavy steps echoing throughout the silent house, and later, more faintly on the cobble-stones of the street.
Eastford remembered seeing something like it on the stage, and knowing little of military affairs, thought perhaps the costume of the visitor before him indicated an officer in the Napoleonic war. "Good evening!" said the incomer. "May I introduce myself? I am Lieutenant Sentore, of the regular army." "You are very welcome," returned his host. "Will you be seated?" "Thank you, no.
Then he picked the glass up in his hand, examining it minutely, as if it were some strange kind of toy, turning it over and over. He glanced up at me and said, quite in his usual tone, as if nothing in particular had come between us: "'Remarkable thing that, Sentore, isn't it? "'Very, I answered, grimly. "He put the glass down. "'Sergeant, take your men to quarters.
Lieutenant Sentore, I return to you your sword; you can perhaps make better use of it alive than dead; I am not a man to be disobeyed, reason or no reason. Remember that, and now go to bed. "He left me without further word, and buckling on my sword, I proceeded straightway to disobey again. "I had a great liking for General Trelawny.
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