threw himself forward, thrust out his neck, expanded his eyes, clenched his hands.
"Good God!" he cried hoarsely, almost inarticulately; "you do not mean that! You forget I am not to die until morning."
"I have said nothing of morning," replied the general, coldly; "that was an assumption of your own. You die now."
"But, General, I beg—I implore you to remember; I am to hang! It will take some time to erect the gallows—two hours—an hour. Spies are hanged; I have rights under military law. For Heaven's sake, General, consider how short—"
"Captain, observe my directions."
The officer drew his sword and fixing his eyes upon the prisoner pointed silently to the opening of the tent. The prisoner hesitated; the officer grasped him by the collar and pushed him gently forward. As he approached the tent pole the frantic man sprang to it and with cat-like agility seized the handle of the bowie-knife, plucked the weapon from the scabbard and thrusting the captain aside leaped upon the general with the fury of a madman, hurling him to the ground and falling headlong upon him as he lay. The table was overturned, the candle extinguished and
