Elmsley, I will examine them separately
in the orderly-room to see how far their statements
agree; yet one question you can answer here, corporal.
You say that it is the body of Le Noir, killed by the
Indians. Where is Mr. Heywood, then?"
The generous Elmsley felt faint, absolutely sick at heart
on hearing this question; the very object be had in view
in proposing this private examination was thereby threatened
with discomfiture.
"Mr. Heywood has been carried off by the Indians," calmly
replied the corporal, yet perceptibly paling as he spoke.
"Indeed! this is unfortunate. Let the men go to their
barracks, and there remain until I send for them," ordered
the commandant. "You, corporal, will come to me at the
orderly-room, in half an hour from this. That will be
sufficient time for you to clean yourself, and take your
breakfast. None of your party, I presume, have had their
breakfast yet?"
"No, your honor," answered Green, who seemed to fancy
that his wound gave him the privilege of a little license
in the presence of his chief, "not unless an old turkey,
the grandfather of fifty broods, and as tough as shoe-
leather, can be called a breakfast.
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