rm of Seymour, and pointing to the body of the man who
had been slain.

"Oh, let them lie there! We can't be bothered with dead and dying men.
One of them is gone; the other soon will be. The slaves will bury
them, and those other three at the foot of the hill--d' ye hear, ye
black niggers? There 's hardly room enough on the sloop for the
living," he continued with cynical indifference.

"All right, captain! As you say, poor Joe's no good now; and as for
the other, that crack of Welsh's was a rare good one; he will probably
die before morning anyhow," replied the sergeant, there being little
love lost among the members of this philosophic crew; besides, the more
dead, the more plunder for the living. And many of the band were even
now following the example of their leader, and roaming over the house,
securing at will whatever excited their fancy, the wine-cellar
especially not being forgotten.

"Oh, my God! John," whispered Katharine, falling on her knees again by
his side, "must I leave you now, oh, my love!" she moaned, taking his
head in her arms, and with her handkerchief wiping the blood from off
his forehead, "and you have died for me--for me."

The colonel saw the action, and knew now what was the subject of the
interview after supper which Seymour had so much desired. He knelt
down beside his daughter, a great pity for her in his soul, and laid
his hand on the prostrate man's heart.

"He is not dead, Katharine," he whispered. "I do not even think he
will die; he will be all right in an hour. If we don't go soon,
Katharine, Philip and Bentley will return and be taken also," he
continued rapidly. "Come, Katharine," he said more loudly, rising.
"Dearest child, we must go,--you must bear this, my daughter; it is for
our country we suffer." But the talismanic word apparently had lost
its charm for her.

"What's all this?" said Johnson, roughly; "she must go." She only
moaned and pressed her lover's hands against her heart.

"And go now! Do you hear? Come, mistress," laying his hand roughly
upon her shoulder.

"Have a care, sir," said Desborough, warningly. "Keep to yourself, my
dear sir; no harm is done. But we must go; and if she won't go
willingly, she will have to be carried, that's all. Do you hear me?
Come on!"

"Come, Katharine," said the colonel, entreatingly.

"Oh, father, father, I cannot leave him! I love him!"

"I know you do, dear; and worthy he is of your love too. Please