"You are a most cruel young lady to insult me so," said he, and scalding tears forced themselves from his eyes.
Rose eyed him with merciless scorn.
He fought manfully against this weakness, with which his wound and his fatigue had something to do, as well as Rose's bitter words; and after a gallant struggle he returned her her haughty stare, and addressed her thus: "Mademoiselle, I feel myself blush, but it is for you I blush, not for myself.

This is what BECAME of me.

I went out alone to explore; I fell into an ambuscade; I shot one of the enemy, and pinked another, but my arm being broken by a bullet, and my horse killed under me, the rascals got me.

They took me about, tried to make a decoy of me as I have told you, and ended by throwing me into a dungeon.

They loaded me with chains, too, though the walls were ten feet thick, and the door iron, and bolted and double-bolted outside.