"I should like to speak to Beel," and Bob's voice was very quiet as he spoke.
Instantly an order was given, and a few minutes later Sergeant Beel was saluting him.
"You say you saw Captain Trevanion fall?" said Bob.
"Yes, sir."
"Can you point out the spot?"
"Yes, sir."
A few minutes later Bob was in possession of all the information which the Sergeant could give.
"Heavens, you are not going, Nancarrow?"
"I'm going to have a try," was Bob's reply.
In the few seconds which it took Sergeant Beel to tell his story, Bob had been fighting the greatest battle of his life. It seemed to him as though thousands of devils were pleading with him to let his rival die, and all the time every particle of manhood he possessed was telling him where his duty lay.