It was her father who had struck him and escaped, it was she who had carried off the rebel flag at the moment of victory.
"Well, Miss, to what do I owe the honor of this visit ?" he demanded with a supercilious air, bending a card between his thumb and finger on the rude table.
She stood before him tall and straight, well bundled in furs.

She was not pale; her blood was too rich and brilliant for that; but despite a half-smile and the inextinguishable dimples, there was a touch of something appealingly pathetic in the lines of her mouth.

She did not waver or hesitate, however, but spoke promptly and distinctly.
"I have come, Monsieur, to tell you that I have hurt Captain Farnsworth.

He was about to kill Father Beret, and I shot him.

He is in our house and well cared for.