"Today I am lieutenant, and Loskiel, here, is ensign.

Tomorrow we may be captains or corpses.

But is that a reason for pulling a long face and confessing every sin ?" "Have you, then, aught to confess ?" asked Lois, in pretense of surprise.
"I?
Not a peccadillo, my pretty maid--not a single one.

What I do, I do; and ask no leniency for the doing.

Therefore, I have nothing to confess." Lana stopped, bent low over a forest blossom, and touched her face to it.