Father Beret opened it to one of Hamilton's aides.
"Your pardon, Father, but hearing Captain Farnsworth's voice I made bold to knock." "What is it, Bobby ?" Farnsworth called out.
"Nothing, only the Governor has been having you looked for in every nook and corner of the fort and town.

You'd better report at once, or hell be having us drag the river for your body." "All right, Lieutenant, go back and keep mum, that's a dear boy, and I'll shuffle into Colonel Hamilton's august presence before many minutes." The aide laughed and went his way whistling a merry tune.
"Now I am sure to get what I deserve, with usury at forty per cent in advance," said Farnsworth dryly, shrugging his shoulders with undissembled dread of Hamilton's wrath.

But the anticipation was not realized.

The Governor received Farnsworth stiffly enough, yet in a way that suggested a suppressed desire to avoid explanations on the Captain's part and a reprimand on his own.

In fact, Hamilton was hoping that something would turn up to shield him from the effect of his terrible midnight adventure, which seemed the darker the more he thought of it.