"One of my men has got away.

I suppose you know that ?" "And I am afraid another of your men is going away, sir," said T.X., who had a curious reverence for military authority.

He produced his paper and laid it on the governor's table.
"This is an order for the release of John Lexman, convicted under sentence of fifteen years penal servitude." The Governor looked at it.
"Dated last night," he said, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Thank the Lord!--that is the man who escaped!".