Their infantry hold it." "Two men may get there." He turned and looked at Hallam.

"We're not going to surrender; we'll all die here anyway.

Shall we try the fence together ?" For a second the silence resounded with the racket of the Confederate rifles; three men dropped from their saddles; then Hallam turned ghastly white, opened his jaws to speak; but no sound came.

Suddenly he swung his horse, and spurred straight toward the open brush in the rear, whipping out his handkerchief and holding it fluttering above his head.
Colonel Arran shouted at him, jerked his revolver free, and fired at him.

A carbineer also fired after him from the saddle, but Hallam rode on unscathed in his half-crazed night, leaving his deserted men gazing after him, astounded.