again."

"No, they will not," said Captain Murray. "Frank, give me your word as
your father's son that this quarrel is quite at an end."

"Oh yes, I've done," said the boy quickly.

"And you, Mr Forbes?"

"No," cried Andrew fiercely. "I shall make no promises. And as for
you, Frank Gowan, I repeat what I said to you: every word is true."

"You think it is," said Frank quietly, "or you wouldn't have said it.
But it isn't true. It couldn't be."

"That will do, young gentlemen," said Captain Murray sternly. "I should
have thought you could have cooled down now. Now, Mr Forbes, will you
give me your word that you will behave to your fellow-prisoner like a
gentleman, and save me the unpleasant duty of placing you in the cell."

"Yes. Come, Drew," said Frank appealingly. "We were both wrong. I'll
answer for him, Captain Murray."

"Well, one can't quarrel if the other will not. You can both have my
room while you are under arrest. Place a sentry at their door," and
turning to his brother-officer, and, giving Frank a nod, as he looked at
him sadly and sternly, Captain Murray walked away.

A few minutes later the key of the door was turned upon them, and they
heard one of the guard placed on sentry duty outside.

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.

"WHAT DID HE SAY?"

Frank threw himself into a chair, and Andrew Forbes began to walk up and
down like a newly caged wild beast.

Frank thought of the last time he was in that room, and of Captain
Murray's advice to him; then of the quarrel, and his companion's mad
words against his father. From that, with a bound, his thoughts went to
his mother. What would she think when she heard--as she would surely
hear in a few minutes--about the encounter?

He felt ready to groan in his misery, for the trouble seemed to have
suddenly increased.

Andrew did not speak or even glance at him; and fully a quarter of an
hour passed before Frank had decided as to the course he ought to
pursue. Once he had made up his mind he acted, and, rising from his
chair, he waited until his fellow-prisoner was coming toward him in his
wearisome walk, and held out his hand.

"Will you shake hands, Drew?" he said.

The lad stopped on the instant, and his face lit up with eagerness.

"Yes," he cried, "if you'll stand by me like a man."

"What do you mean?"

"Escape with me. Get out of the window as soon as it is dark, and make
a dash for it. Let them fire; they would not hit us in the d