"But we are friends, major, and—"
"I don't know that I am a friend to you. It depends upon what my companion the captain will have to report when he gets back."
"He won't have nuthin' to report, so far as we are concerned," put in the younger regular. "We ain't done any wrong, 'ceptin' to quarrel a bit between us. Everybody has a set-to once in a while, you know."
By this time Ben was tramping up the outside stairs, supporting the woman as before. Now he pushed his way into the outer room of the millhouse, the woman following with some hesitancy. At the appearance of their late victim the regulars fell back as though struck a blow.
"Nice sort of chaps you are," exclaimed Ben, hotly. "You don't deserve to wear Uncle Sam's uniform. A set of prison stripes would suit both of you much better."
"Hullo, you've found the lady," cried the major. "Sit down, madam, and tell us what this means."
A bench was handy, and the sufferer dropped heavily upon it. The regulars looked as if they wished themselves anywhere but in their present situation, yet they did not dare to budge, for Major
