A few moments later Captain Farnsworth presented her to Hamilton, who had been called from his bed when the news of the trouble at Roussillon place reached the fort.
"So you've been raising hell again, have you, Miss ?" he growled, with an ugly frown darkening his face.
"I beg your pardon," said Farnsworth, "Miss Roussillon was not to blame for--" "In your eyes she'd not be to blame, sir, if she burned up the fort and all of us in it," Hamilton gruffly interrupted.

"Miss, what have you been doing?
What are you here for?
Captain Farnsworth, you will please state the particulars of the trouble that I have just heard about.

And I may as well notify you that I wish to hear no special lover's pleading in this girl's behalf." Farnsworth's face whitened with anger; he bit his lip and a shiver ran through his frame; but he had to conquer the passion.

In a few words, blunt and direct as musket-balls, he told all the circumstances of what had taken place, making no concealments to favor Alice, but boldly blaming the officer of the patrol, Lieutenant Barlow, for losing his head and attacking a young girl in her own home.
"I will hear from Barlow," said Hamilton, after listening attentively to the story.

"But take this girl and confine her.