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Rh bubbling in his veins. He was being looked at. That was all. He was receiving such a look as he had never met before, a look from wide blue eyes with hidden fires in them, and dilated nostrils underneath, and under them a mouth that looked as though it would never, never open.

It did at last.

"Rebel!" said a voice of unutterable scorn. "Do you know what they do with rebels, Rutter?"

"No, sir."

It never occurred to Jan not to answer now.

"Shoot them! You deserve to be shot!"

Jan felt he did. The parable was not over his diminished head; it might have been carefully concocted from uncanny knowledge of his inmost soul. All the potential soldier in him—the reserve whom this General alone called out—was shamed and humbled to the dust.

"You are not only a rebel," the awful voice went on, "but a sulky rebel. Some rebels are good men gone wrong; there's some stuff in them; but a sulky rebel is neither man nor devil, but carrion food for powder."

Jan agreed with all his contrite heart; he had never seen himself in his true colours before, had never known how vile it was to sulk; but now he saw, and now he knew, and the firing-party could not have come too quick.

The flogging judge had resumed his carved oak seat of judgment behind the desk. Jan had not seen him do it—he had seen nothing but those pregnant eyes and lips—but there he was, and in the act of putting his homely weapon back in the desk. Jan could have groaned. He longed to expiate his crime.

"Thrashing is too good for you," the voice resumed. "Have you any good reason to give me for keeping a