Now, give me your promise."

"I--will--not," said Andrew, speaking firmly, and meeting the captain's
eyes without shrinking.

"Don't be so foolish, Drew," whispered Frank.

"I shall do as I think best," was the reply. "You are at liberty to do
the same, sir."

"Very well," said Captain Murray, interrupting them. "Perhaps you will
be more sensible and manly after a night's rest. I did not expect to
find a lad of your years behaving like a spiteful girl."

Andrew's eyes flashed at him; but the captain paid no heed, and went on:

"I have spoken to the colonel, Frank, and for your father's sake he will
be glad to see you at the mess table this evening. You are free of it
while you are under arrest. I will come for you in half an hour. By
the way, I have told my man to come to you for instructions about
getting your kit from your room. You will use him while you are a
prisoner."

"Oh, thank you, Captain Murray," cried the boy eagerly.

"Pray make use of my servant, Mr Forbes, and order him to fetch what
you require."

Andrew bowed coldly, and the captain left the room, his servant tapping
at the door directly after, and entering to receive his orders from
Frank.

"Now, Drew," he said at last, "tell him what to fetch for you."

"I do not require anything," said the youth coldly. "Yes, look here.
There is a little desk on the table in my room; bring me that."

"Hadn't you better give in, and make the best of things?" said Frank, as
soon as they were alone.

"Had you not better leave me to myself, Frank Gowan?" said Andrew
coldly. "We are no longer friends, but enemies."

"No, we can't be that," cried Frank. "Come; once more, shake hands."

Andrew looked at him for a few moments fixedly, and then said slowly:

"Come, that's better."

"On the day when your King George is humbled to the dust, and you are,
with all here, a helpless prisoner. I'll shake hands and forgive you
then."

"Not till then?" cried Frank, flushing.

"Not till then."

"Which means that we are never to be friends again, Drew. Nonsense!
You are still angry. Captain Murray is right."

"That I speak like a spiteful girl!" cried the lad sharply.

"No, I did not mean that," said Frank quietly; "but if I had meant it, I
should not have been very far from right. I hope that you will think
differently after a night's rest. Come, think differently now, and give
up all those mad thoughts which have done nothing but make us fall