e sides of his intent, and he recoiled from it--ashamed
of himself, it is true, but less ashamed at each renewed consideration
of the query.

He hastened home that he might receive a greeting that would efface the
memory of the reception he had met with in the street. There, at least,
he would be regarded as a hero, returning laurel-crowned from the
conflict.

As he entered the door his father, tall, spare and iron-gray, laid
down the paper he was reading, and with a noticeable lowering of the
temperature of his wonted calm but earnest cordiality, said simply:

"How do you do? When did you get in?"

"Very well, and on the 10:30 train."

"Did all your company come?"

Harry winced, for there was something in his father's manner, more than
his words, expressive of strong disapproval. He answered:

"No; I was unwell. The water and the exposure disagreed with me, and I
was allowed to come on in advance."

Mr. Glen, the elder, carefully folded the paper he was reading and laid
it on the stand, as if its presence would embarrass him in what he was
about to say. He took off his eye-glasses, wiped them deliberately,
closed them up and hesitated for a moment, holding them between the
thumb and fore finger of one hand, before placing them in their case,
which he had taken from his pocket with the other.

These were all gestures with which experience had made Harry painfully
familiar. He used to describe them to his boy intimates as "the Governor
clearing for action." There was something very disagreeable coming, and
he awaited it apprehensively.

"Were you"--the father's cold, searching eyes rested for an instant on
the glasses in his hand, and then were fixed on his son's face--"were
you too ill the day of the fight to accompany your command?"

Harry's glance quailed under the penetrating scrutiny, as was his
custom when his father subjected him to a relentless catechism; then he
summoned assurance and assumed anger.

"Father," he said, "I certainly did not expect that you would join these
mean-spirited curs in their abuse of me, but now I see that---"

"Henry, you evade the question." The calm eyes took on a steely
hardness. "You certainly know by this time that I always require direct
answers to my questions. Now the point is this: You entered this company
to be its leader, and to share all its duties with it. It went into a
fight while you remained back in camp. Why was this so? Were you too
sick to accompany i