d of what had
happened.

No one thought of retiring to bed at Hurricane Hall that night.

Mrs. Condiment, Capitola and Patty sat watching by the bedsides of the
wounded.

Bill Ezy and the men who had escaped injury mounted guard over the
prisoners.

Thus they all remained until sunrise, when the Major, attended by the
Deputy Sheriff and half a dozen constables, arrived. The night ride of
several miles had not sufficed to modify the fury into which Old
Hurricane had been thrown by the news Herbert Greyson had aroused him
from sleep to communicate. He reached Hurricane Hall in a state of
excitement that his factotum Wool characterized as "boiling." But "in
the very torrent, tempest and whirlwind of his passion" he remembered
that to rail at the vanquished, wounded and bound was unmanly, and so he
did not trust himself to see or speak to the prisoners.

They were placed in a wagon and under a strong escort of constables were
conveyed by the Deputy Sheriff to the county seat, where they were
securely lodged in jail.

But Old Hurricane's emotions of one sort or another were a treat to see!
He bemoaned the sufferings of his poor wounded men; he raved at the
danger to which his "women-kind" had been exposed, and he exulted in the
heroism of Capitola, catching her up in his arms and crying out:

"Oh, my dear Cap! My heroine! My queen! And it was you against whom I
was plotting treason--ninny that I was! You that have saved my house
from pillage and my people from slaughter! Oh, Cap, what a jewel you
are--my dear!"

To all of which Capitola, extricating her curly head from his embrace,
cried only:

"Bother!"

Utterly refusing to be made a lioness of, and firmly rejecting the grand
triumph.

The next day Major Warfield went up to the county seat to attend the
examination of the three burglars, whom he had the satisfaction of
seeing fully committed to prison to await their trial at the next term
of the Criminal Court, which would not sit until October; consequently
the prisoners had the prospect of remaining in jail some months, which
Old Hurricane declared to be "some satisfaction."

CHAPTER XXVII.

SEEKING HIS FORTUNE.

A wide future smiles before him,
His heart will beat for fame,
And he will learn to breathe with love
The music of a name,
Writ on the tablets of his heart
In characters of flame.
--Sargent.

When the winter's co