The Major leaned from his saddle until he could peer into the Sergeant's eyes.
"Did Mr. Dalroyd remind you of—of anyone you have ever seen before?"
"Of Captain Effingham as your honour killed years agone."
"Ah!" said the Major and sat awhile frowning up at the stars. "So you likewise marked the resemblance, did you, Zeb?"
"I did so, sir."
"And what did you think——"
"Why sir, that Captain Effingham having been killed ten years agone, is very dead indeed, by this time!"
"Supposing he wasn't killed—how then, Zeb?"
"Why then sir he was alive arter all—though he looked dead enough."
"'Twas a high chest-thrust you'll mind, Zeb."