but he did not hear. A swarm of men in gray now broke out of cover in pursuit, making directly for the spot where the Governor lay—some accident of the ground had caused them to converge upon that point: their line had become a crowd. In a last struggle for life and liberty the Governor attempted to rise, and looking back the captain saw him. Promptly, but with the same slow precision as before, he sang his commands:
"Skirm-ish-ers, halt!" The men stopped and according to rule turned to face the enemy.
"Ral-ly on the right!"—and they came in at a run, fixing bayonets and forming loosely on the man at that end of the line.
" Forward . . to save the Gov-ern-or of your State . . doub-le quick . . . maaarch!"
Only one man disobeyed this astonishing command! He was dead. With a cheer they sprang forward over the twenty or thirty paces between them and their task. The captain having a shorter distance to go arrived first—simultaneously with the enemy. A half-dozen hasty shots were fired at him, and the foremost man—a fellow of heroic stature, hatless and bare-breasted made a vicious sweep at his head with a clubbed rifle. The
