MORNING CALL
X. A LUNCHEON AT THE GALLANDS'
XI. MARTA HEARS FELLER'S STORY
XII. A CRISIS WITHIN A CRISIS
XIII. BREAKING A PAPER-KNIFE
XIV. IN PARTOW'S OFFICE
XV. CLOSE TO THE WHITE POSTS
XVI. DELLARME'S MEN GET A MASCOT
XVII. A SUNDAY MORNING IN TOWN
XVIII. THE BAPTISM OF FIRE
XIX. RECEIVING THE CHARGE
XX. MARTA'S FIRST GLIMPSE OF WAR
XXI. SHE CHANGES HER MIND
XXII. FLOWERS FOR THE WOUNDED
XIII. STRANSKY FIGHTS ALONE
XXIV. THE MAKING OF A HERO
XXV. THE TERRIBLE NIGHT
XXVI. FELLER IS TEMPTED
XXVII. HAND TO HAND
XXVIII. AN APPEAL TO PARTOW
XXIX. THROUGH THE VENEER
XXX. MARTA MEETS HUGO
XXXI. UNTO CAESAR
XXXII. TEA ON THE VERANDA AGAIN
XXXIII. IN FELLER'S PLACE
XXXIV. THREE VOICES
XXXV. MRS. GALLAND INSISTS
XXXVI. MARKING TIME
XXXVII. THUMBS DOWN FOR BOUCHARD
XXXVIII. HUNTING GHOSTS
XXXIX. A CHANGE OF PLAN
XL. WITH FRACASSE'S MEN
XLI. WITH FELLER AND STRANSKY
XLII. THE RAM
XLIII. JOVE'S ISOLATION
XLIV. TURNING THE TABLES
XLV. THE RETREAT
XLVI. THE LAST SHOT
XLVII. THE PEACE OF WISDOM

THE LAST SHOT

I

A SPECK IN THE SKY

It was Marta who first saw the speck in the sky. Her outcry and her
bound from her seat at the tea-table brought her mother and Colonel
Westerling after her onto the lawn, where they became motionless
figures, screening their eyes with their hands. The newest and most
wonderful thing in the world at the time was this speck appearing above
the irregular horizon of the Brown range, in view of a landscape that
centuries of civilization had fertilized and cultivated and formed.

At the base of the range ran a line of white stone posts, placed by
international commissions of surveyors to the nicety of an inch's
variation. In the very direction of the speck's flight a spur of
foot-hills extended into the plain that stretched away to the Gray
range, distinct at the distance of thirty miles in the bright afternoon
light. Faithful to their part in refusing to climb, the white posts
circled around the spur, hugging the levels.

In the lap of the spur was La Tir, the old town, and on the other side
of the boundary lay South La Tir, the new town. Through both ran the
dusty ribbon of a road, drawn straight across the plain and over the
glistening