It made an abject coward of him.
"I am willing to give you my word," he presently said.

"And let me tell you," he went on more rapidly, "I did not shoot at her.

She was behind you." "Your word as a British officer ?" Hamilton again stiffened and hesitated, but only for the briefest space, then said: "Yes, my word as a British officer." Father Beret waved his hand with impatience.
"Go, then, back to your place in the fort and disturb, my people no more.

The soul of this poor little girl will haunt you forever.

Go!" Hamilton stood a little while gazing at the face of Alice with the horrible wistfulness of remorse.