he general and stepped into the boat. Some one in the group lifted a la

proud. Remember the flagship is your game. She lies at anchor right off the Main Ship Channel. G

d whisper an order to his men, heard him call out "Good-by, s

. She became entirely invisible a hundred feet away. The officers rubbed their eyes as they stared in the direction where they had last seen her, almost fearing that she had again sunk beneath the sea. They stayed there perhaps five minutes, at least until the bloc

last, "for Mr. Sempland. I do not unde

darkness, as a pale and breathless man burs

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South? Where were you, I say? Answer,

detained,

only excuse,

ful. Fanny Glen a traitor to the South? Beauregard was a stern, inexorable soldier. He would not condone such an offence as hers. That she had failed in her effort to prevent the expedition would mean nothi

d be cashiered. Well, what mattered it? His chance was gone, the woman did not love him. His heart was hot against her. Yet he remembered the scene in

, sir! What excuse

on

d yourself into the expedition. Ha

thi

for dereliction of duty! By heavens!" said the general

sake, not

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r, a cowa

nd fatigue. The next moment Fanny Glen herself, bareheaded, panting from her rapid run, white-faced in t

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for a few seconds, then she lifted her head and looked unsteadily from the severe face of the

he murmured, then fell