"I do believe that, indeed I do believe it, forever. And—and—by Jove! I will tell you," he broke out, with a kind of breathless gasp. "You're too strong for me, Peggy. You've got me! But after all, there's no such great harm in telling, now. It's different from last night. Then I didn't know—nobody knew, I suppose—what the upshot of certain things might be. As it's turned out, some of the story will have to be known. Not all—but the part you want to know most."
"Tell me that," I pleaded.
"You swear you'll never breathe anything I say to you?"
"I swear I never will, until you give me leave."
"Well, then, those three explosions you heard last night weren't explosions at all. They were shots from our field guns. But I'll tell you what happened exactly—both sides of the story."
"Both sides? How is it there are two?"
"Well, there's March's side, and——"
"And—what other one?"
"And Major Vandyke's side."
"I knew it!" I cried out sharply. "I knew that man would try to ruin Eagle. I should like to shoot him with one of those very guns."