e to it in a second."

"Them was my orders, sir. This fellow knows it as well as I do. But he's
given trouble one way or other ever since we started. You hear that
again, now, Murray: no drink; no smoke. I'll see to it that he doesn't
quit the car again, sir," he concluded, turning appealingly to the young
officer, and Stuyvesant, taking a quiet look up and down the dimly
lighted, dusty aisle, was about to return to the "diner," when Murray
struggled to his feet. Balked in his hope of getting more drink, and
defrauded, as in his muddled condition it seemed to him, of the solace
of tobacco, the devil in him roused to evil effort by the vile liquor
procured surreptitiously somewhere along the line, the time had come for
him, as he judged, to assert himself before his fellows and prove
himself a man.

"You think you're a better man than I am," he began thickly, glaring
savagely at the young officer. "But I'll be even with you, young fellow.
I'll----" And here ended the harangue, for, one broad hand clapped over
the leering mouth and the other grasping the back of his collar,
Corporal Connelly jammed him down on the seat with a shock that shook
the car.

"Shut up, you drunken fool!" he cried. "Don't mind him, lieutenant.
He's only a day at the depot, sir. Sit still, you blackguard, or I'll
smash you!"--this to Murray, who, half suffocated, was writhing in his
effort to escape. "A--ch!" he cried, with sudden wrenching away of the
brawny hand, "the beast has bitten me," and the broad palm, dripping
with blood, was held up to the light.

Deeply indented, there were the jagged marks of Murray's teeth.

"Here, Foster, Hunt, grab this man and don't let him stir, hand or foot.
See what you get for giving a drunkard money. Grab him, I say!" shouted
Connelly, grinning with mingled pain and wrath as the lieutenant led him
to the wash-stand.

Another recruit, a stalwart fellow, who had apparently seen previous
service, sprang to the aid of the first two named, and between them,
though he stormed and struggled a moment, the wretch was jammed and held
in his corner.

Stanching the blood as best he could and bandaging the hand with his own
kerchief, Stuyvesant bade the corporal sit at an open window a moment,
for he looked a trifle faint and sick,--it was a brutal bite. But
Connelly was game.

"That blackguard's got to be taught there's a God in Israel," he
exclaimed, as he turned back to the rear of the car. "I beg the
lieute