The sentinels slowly recovered their pieces, but still looked uneasy and doubtful in their minds.

The battered one saw this, and gave a sort of lofty smile; he turned up his cuffs and showed his wrists, and drew himself still higher.
The sentinels shouldered their pieces sharp, then dropped them simultaneously with a clatter and ring upon the pavement.
"Pass, captain." The rusty figure rang the governor's bell.

A servant came and eyed him with horror and contempt.

He gave his name, and begged to see the governor.

The servant left him in the hall, and went up-stairs to tell his master.