“Remove your prisoner,” said Captain Otway sternly. Crellock stepped forward with a blustering swagger.
“Am I included in this?” he said.
“No, sir,” said Captain Otway sternly. “I have no orders about you—at present. Take my advice and go.” Crellock made a step toward Julia, but she shrank from him in horror, and the next minute he was literally forced out by the soldiers with their prisoner, the door closed, and a low, wailing voice arose:
“Julia!”
“Mother, dear mother, I am here,” cried Julia, kneeling and supporting the stricken woman on her breast.
“Hold me, my darling, tightly,” she moaned. “It is growing dark—is this the end?”