Through the remainder of the night, I saw no more of my cousin.
Early in the morning, the plunder still going on, General Baird announced publicly by beat of drum, that any thief detected in the fact, be he whom he might, should be hung.

The provost-marshal was in attendance, to prove that the General was in earnest; and in the throng that followed the proclamation, Herncastle and I met again.
He held out his hand, as usual, and said, "Good morning." I waited before I gave him my hand in return.
"Tell me first," I said, "how the Indian in the armoury met his death, and what those last words meant, when he pointed to the dagger in your hand." "The Indian met his death, as I suppose, by a mortal wound," said Herncastle.

"What his last words meant I know no more than you do." I looked at him narrowly.

His frenzy of the previous day had all calmed down.

I determined to give him another chance.
"Is that all you have to tell me ?" I asked.
He answered, "That is all." I turned my back on him; and we have not spoken since.
IV I beg it to be understood that what I write here about my cousin (unless some necessity should arise for making it public) is for the information of the family only.