Some one held up a lighted torch, the red flame casting a sudden gleam over the surrounding faces.

It was clear that further resistance was useless, yet Grant temporized.
"Are you in command ?" "No," said Duval; "but I represent the commander." "I deal with the one responsible in this affair and demand terms.

Who is your leader ?" Duval smiled, turning his head inquiringly.
"I don't think you have much choice," he commented dryly.

"However, perhaps you are not too proud to talk to a regular who outranks you--I present Major Lawrence, of the Continental Line." Surprised as I was by being thus suddenly thrust forward into supreme authority, I as instantly understood the purpose, and stepped to the front.

Grant stared at my face in the gleam of the smoking torch, almost as though he looked upon a ghost.
"You!" "Certainly, Captain.