One figure left the crowd, and, walking up to the Captain, said in a husky voice, "Drilled, by G—!"
It was Scroop.
"Where?" replied the Captain.
Scroop put his finger to the middle of his brow.
"Where I generally hit. But I must go and have a look. Not the first soldier I've drilled!"
With a calm face he stooped over his victim a moment, and then, as he walked away, muttered, "Ha! Dick Musgrave! thou wert a fool to quarrel with me. That shortens our count by one. The grave keeps her secrets!"
"This has had a more tragical ending than I imagined," said the Earl. "Andrew, have the remains carried to the castle. Come along home," to Frank.
"Confound my ill luck!" said Major Forster to the Marquis. "Poor Sir Richard seemed all of a tremble; no wonder he missed!"
"Is he dead?" cried Johnny, running up.
"Deed as a nail," replied old Andrew, and away Johnny ran.