"It is capable of resisting an attack ?" "I should suppose so," she answered, hesitatingly; "but that is not a matter upon which a girl may judge.

I fear, however, all is not harmony among its defenders.

I know that Captain Heald and Ensign Ronan do not agree, and I have heard bitter words spoken by other officers of the garrison." I thought she did not care to speak more about this matter, and we drifted off upon other topics, until I felt her head sink slowly down upon my shoulder, and knew she slept.

I sat there still, pillowing her tenderly upon my arm, when the gray light of the dawn stole slowly toward us across the ridges of sand and revealed the upturned face..