“Why, this nullifies the warrant,” he said slowly, “if it be a true pardon.”
“True?” exclaimed Lucille. “You will find it true enough. I saw it written. Read to the end.”
Captain Carteret read:
“‘Witness our hand and seal, in the name of His Majesty the King.’”
Then while we stood silent, there arose a terrible cry outside. It was followed by musket shots, and then we heard the Indian war whoop.
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE LAST FIGHT.
“Another attack!” exclaimed Carteret. “Quick, Amherst, or they’ll be swarming about our ears. Take charge of your men again. It is our last chance!”
“And my parole?” I asked, coldly.
“Is not required. You are not on parole. You are free.”
Out dashed Carteret, tossing the pardon to Lucille.