No argymint, sir," he said decisively, as he saw some show of resistance on Cary's part.

"I'm under orders." "Yes, yes, I know," Cary cried, impatiently, "but I want to speak to Colonel Morrison.

I _must_ speak to him.

Give me a moment, man.

You won't ever regret it." "Come now--none o' that," commanded the trooper, pushing him back with the carbine across his breast.