Then he heard the General speaking more sternly.
"The Federal powers of administrative justice now occupy precisely the same position with regard to your own default." Harris' face darkened.

After the first just encomium--what was this that was coming?
Relentless and inflexible the voice went on.
"The rules of war, as applied to a non-commissioned officer, must also govern his superiors.

As Sergeant Dudley deserved his bullet you merit _yours_." His eyes dropped from Morrison's face and he looked up at Harris.
"A bad witness for your client, Lieutenant," he said grimly, as he nodded his head towards Uncle Billy.

"You ought to study law! Take him away," and he picked up a fresh cigar from a box in front of him and tossed the old one out of the window.
Uncle Billy, with a puzzled look on his face, slowly yielded to the touch of the two soldiers who stepped into the room at a gesture from Forbes.

He seemed to realize that his testimony had not been of much avail though just why was indeed a mystery.