It made his heart sink.

He would have thought little of ordering a file of soldiers to shoot a man under the same conditions; but to subject her again to the Governor's stern cruelty--how could he do it?
This time there would be no hope for her.
Alice stood before him flushed, disheveled, defiant, sword in hand, beautiful and terrible as an angel.

The black figure, man or devil, had disappeared as strangely as it had come.

The sub-Lieutenant was having his slight wound bandaged.

Men were raging and cursing under their breath, rubbing their bruised heads and limbs.
"Alice--Mademoiselle Roussillon, I am so sorry for this," said Captain Farnsworth.