He pressed his lips to her pale cold lips and to her eyes, from which the light of consciousness had fled.
"General Herbert!" he called.
Instantly the general appeared in the doorway.
"She has fainted!" said North.
Her father turned as if with some vague notion of asking assistance, but North checked him.
"For God's sake take her away while she is still unconscious!" and he placed her in her father's arms.

For a moment his hand lingered on the general's shoulder.

"Thank you--good-by!" and he turned away abruptly.
"Good-by--God bless you, John!" said the general in a strained voice.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment as if he wished to say more; then as North kept his back turned on him, he gathered the unconscious girl closer in his arms, and walked from the room.
North remained by the window, his hands clutching the bars with convulsive strength, then the wind which blew fresh and strong in his face brought him the sound of wheels; but this quickly died out in the distance.
Brockett tiptoed into the cell.
"I am going to lie down and see if I can get some sleep," North said, throwing off his coat.

"If I sleep, call me as soon as it is light--good night.".