horse plunged under the punishing spurs.

'Captain Rallywood, may I ask what you hope to gain by making a scandal
in the Guard?' he asked.

'Justice, perhaps. Colendorp had no reason to take his life, my lord.'

'You will not find many to agree with you. The man was always
ill-conditioned. He had debts and the pride of the devil. His affairs
came to an impossible pass, I conclude. In any case a man has a right to
his own secrets.'

'Yes, his affairs came to an impossible pass, perhaps. For the rest,
this seems to me less like Colendorp's secret than the secret of some
other man.' Rallywood met the red eye full of smouldering wrath. 'Pardon
me, my lord, but in the name of the Guard, I protest against burial of
Captain Colendorp in this place.'

'I have given my orders,' answered Sagan. 'The Guard must consider their
reputation. We have had too many scandals already, and no one will thank
you for dragging a fresh one into Revonde for public discussion.'

Sagan was amazed at his own moderation in arguing the question at all.
He looked to see it have its due effect upon the Englishman. But
Rallywood stood unmoved and stubborn beside the grave.

'We have murder here!' The words fell like an accusation.

Rallywood's eyes were alight now. It took little penetration to picture
how Colendorp had met his death. Round the grave, Sagan's horse with
its heavy smoking quarters trampled and fretted under the remorseless
hand upon the curb. The Count could bear no more opposition. His fury
overcame him. Roaring an oath he slashed at Rallywood with his riding
whip.

'By St. Anthony, sir, you forget there is room in that grave for two,'
he shouted. 'You try me too far--your infernal officiousness--go! It is
useless to oppose my wishes here.' Which was obvious. The foresters,
lithe and strong as panthers, waited only the orders of their master.
They needed but a word, and would as lief have buried two dead men as
one in the grave under the torn pines. You may find the same type in the
mountains of Austria, where a poaching affray means a vendetta, and the
game laws are framed on corresponding principles.

'I see I can do nothing now,' said Rallywood, remounting in his
leisurely way. 'The Guard must deal with the affair.'

But Sagan had another word to say to him.

'And I also, Captain Rallywood, shall know how to deal with you. Do not
forget that! Your conduct cannot be overlooked. You will find that in
Maasau we are still a