ad lain down to sleep, according to Captain Smithers'
instructions, for he had addressed them before they were dismissed.

"There may be no danger," he had said, "but we must be on the alert, so
let every man lie down in his clothes, with his arms close at hand.
Sergeant Lund, see that the men's pouches are supplied with cartridges.
To-morrow, my lads, I hope to see the steamer back, with our rescued
friends!"

The men gave a cheer and departed. The guard was relieved, and Captain
Smithers stood talking to Tom Long.

"My dear lad," said the former, "there is not the slightest need for any
such proceeding. Go and lie down. I shall visit the sentries for the
first half of the night, and I will call you about three."

"I don't feel much disposed for sleep," said Tom Long, who looked
uneasy.

"You are not well. The heat has overdone you a little. You go and have
a good sleep," said the captain. "To-morrow I hope we shall have the
doctor back among us to set us right."

"I hope so, too," said Tom Long, gloomily; and going to his quarters he
lay down, with his sword and revolver beside him, ready for use.

Adam Gray was off duty, and he, too, had gone to lie down. But he could
not sleep, neither did he wish to do anything else but lie there and
think about Rachel Linton, and how pale and unhappy she appeared. He
longed to speak words of comfort to her, and to say others as well; but
he dared not, for his position forbade it. Still he could not help
feeling that she did not look unkindly upon him, nor seem to consider
him to be one of the ordinary soldiers.

He sighed as he thought of other days, and then lay listening to the
humming noise made by the mosquitoes--wondered whether Rachel Linton was
asleep or awake--whether, if she was awake, she was thinking of him.

Then he drove away the thoughts with an angry exclamation, and
determined to think about her no more. But as he turned his face to the
open window, and listened to the faint hum of the night insects, Rachel
Linton's face came back, and he was thinking of her again, and this time
in connection with Captain Smithers.

He knew the captain loved her, and instinctively hated him--Private
Gray. He felt, too, that by some means or another the captain knew of,
and hated him for, his presumptuous love; the more so that Rachel Linton
did not seem to care in the slightest degree for the captain's advances,
but rather avoided him.

Private Gray turned a