Touching his cap with an air of exaggerated deference, he said:
"As you think so much of the young fellow, Major, I am very sorry to inform you, sir, that he is under arrest."
"Upon what charge?" inquired Herbert, calmly, concealing the suspicion and indignation of his bosom.
"Upon a rather bad one, Major—sleeping on his post," replied the officer, masking his exultation with a show of respect.
"Rather bad! The penalty is death," said Herbert, dryly.
"Yes, sir—martial law is rather severe."
"Who charges him?" asked Herbert, curtly.
"The Colonel of our regiment, sir," replied the man, scarcely able to conceal his triumph.
"An accusation from a high quarter. Is his charge supported by other testimony?"
"Beg pardon, Major, but is that necessary?"