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killed except the sentry who had fallen outside; but presently the lieutenant heard Shubert cry out in that tone of surprise, pain, and anger, which announces a severe wound. The scream was followed by a fall, a short scuffle, repeated stabbings, and violent breathing mixed with low groans. Thurstane groped to the scene of combat, put out his left hand, felt a naked back, and drove his sabre strongly and cleanly into it. There was a hideous yell, another fall, and then silence. After that he stood still, not knowing whither to move. The trampling of feet, the hasty breathing of struggling men, the dull sound of blows upon living bodies, the yells and exclamations and calls, had all ceased at once. It seemed to him as if everybody in the room had been killed except himself. He could not hear a sound in the darkness besides the beating of his own heart, and an occasional feeble moan rising from the floor. In all his soldierly life he had never known a moment that was anything like so horrible. At last, after what seemed minutes, remembering that it was his duty as an officer to be a rallying point, he staked his life on his very next breath and called out firmly, "Meyer!" "Here!" answered the sergeant, as if he were at roll-call. "Where are you?" "I am near the toorway, Leftenant. Sweeny is with me." "'Yis I be," interjected Sweeny. Thurstane, feeling his way cautiously, advanced to the entrance and found the two men standing on one side of it. "Where are the Indians?" he whispered. "I think they are all out, except the tead ones, Leftenant." Thurstane gave an order: "All forward to the door." Steps of men stealing from the inner room responded to this command. "Call the roll, Sergeant," said Thurstane. In a low voice Meyer recited the names of the six men who belonged to his squad, and of Shubert. All responded except the last. "I am avraid Shupert is gone, Leftenant," muttered the sergeant; and the officer replied, "I am afraid so." All this time there had been perfect silence outside, as if the Indians also were in a state of suspense and anxiety. But immediately after the roll-call had ceased, a few arrows whistled through the entrance and struck with short sharp spats into the hard-finished partition within. "Yes, they are all out," said Thurstane. "But we must keep quiet till daybreak." There followed a half hour which seemed like a month. Once Thurstane stole softly through t
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