Johnson looked on unconcernedly.
"Good God!" shrieked the colonel, writhing in the grasp of the men who held him, "are you going to allow a senseless, wounded man to be murdered before your eyes?
Oh, how could anybody ever mistake you for a gentleman for an instant ?" he added, with withering contempt; and then turning his head toward the fierce soldiery, "Stop, stop, you bloody assassins!" he cried.
"Silence, sir! He might as well die this way as on the gallows.
Besides, he struck the first blow, and he has killed one of his majesty's loyal soldiers.

The soldier only wanted to kiss the girl anyway, and she will find, before she gets to camp, that kisses are cheap." "Oh, my God," groaned the father, "and they call this war!" At this moment one of the soldiers lifted his bayonet to plunge it into the prostrate form of the unconscious sailor.

There was a blinding flash of light in the room, and a quick, sharp report.

The man's arm dropped to his side, and he shrieked and groaned with pain.

Katharine, unnoticed in the confusion, had slipped to the side of the table, and had quickly picked up one of the pistols which Johnson had laid upon it after the silver had been taken away.