"Wantonly?"
"Most wantonly, senores."
"Retire. Call the next witness on the list—private Allan Grange, 25th Foot."
To the Borderer, on his entrance, the previous questions were repeated by the court.
"Yes, sir—I saw Mr. Kennedy strike down the guerilla (who was not then habited like a friar) with his clubbed musket, but only in time to save his life from this dagger, which I took from the hand of his reverence."
As he spoke, Allan Grange handed a knife of very ugly aspect to the president, who saw the name Trevino burned, by a hot iron, on the haft.
"Allan Grange, were you ever tried by a court-martial?" asked the judge advocate, looking among his memoranda for one furnished by Colonel Crawford.
"Yes, sir," faltered the soldier, growing red and pale by turns.
"And were reduced to the ranks, at Colchester?"
"Yes, sir," he replied, sadly.