"It must be found."
"That's easy to say. But if there's any, it ought to be found by the court."
"When will the trial come on?" I asked.
"In a few days. I don't know yet just when."
"In the meantime, Eagle is under arrest?"
"Yes. It's sickening."
"Aren't his friends—I mean among the officers—indignant?"
"They're mighty sorry, all broken up, and don't know what to think. But, of course, Major Vandyke's got a good many friends, too. As for the Fort Bliss officers, they're so wild about the whole business that I'm afraid they're a bit prejudiced against March—those of them who don't know him personally. You see, there was an awful row on the hill after the firing—but I didn't mean to tell you about that——"
"Why not, as I know the rest? I suppose some of them arrived——"
"I should say they did arrive! That's too slow a word. The noise shot 'em out of their blessed beds—those of 'em who had gone to bed—and brought the others out of any old place they happened to be in: club, hotel, friends' houses. The first thing we knew, we had the General Commanding on us. They know some language, those grand old Johnnies! Poor March! He was up against it, I can tell you. His worst enemy would have been sorry for him."