Go!--I'll shut the windows myself." "It must have struck somewhere, sah, shuah! Deh's a pow'ful smell of sulphur right here," said the negro as he left the room.
Courtland thought so too, but it was a kind of sulphur that he had smelled before--on the battlefield! For when the door was closed behind his overseer he took the lamp to the opposite wall and examined it carefully.

There was the distinct hole made by a bullet which had missed Cato's head at the open window by an inch..