UNDER ARREST One by one the barrack lights went out as the tired troopers sought their beds.

Hamlin extinguished his also, and only one remained burning, left for emergency near the door, which flung a faint glow over the big room.

But the Sergeant's reflections kept him awake, as he sat on the foot of his bed, and stared out of the open window into the darkness.

There was little upon which to focus his eyes, a few yellow gleams along officers' row, where callers still lingered, and the glow of a fire in front of the distant guard-house, revealing occasionally the black silhouette of a passing sentinel.

Few noises broke the silence, except the strains of some distant musical instrument, and a voice far away saying good-night.