“What is it?” she cried, catching him by the arm as he paused.
He turned aside to escape her piercing gaze.
“Must I tell you,” he stammered. “Harry has been dishonored. His commission has been taken from him and he has returned to the ranks under probation.”
“Harry in dishonor!” she cried, clasping her hands. “You cannot mean it, Lieutenant Logan.”
“It was a hard blow for me, Mara, for Harry is a fine fellow, and his disgrace came like a thunder-clap. Upon his return from Buzzard’s Roost Gap he was arrested for being accessory to the escape of Cavalry Curt and——”
“It is not so!” she cried, wildly. “I will go to Dalton at once. I can and will save him.”
“Nay, Mara, you let your grief run away with your reason. He is safe at present.”
“But I must see him.”
“You do not realize how impossible that is, could you do him any good. He has gone to Reseca with a body of troops ordered there to its defense.”
“Gone to Reseca,” she repeated; “and as a common soldier—ay, more than that, a soldier in disgrace!”