"Practically all."
Hampton wet his dry lips with his tongue, his breath quickening.
"And in that she was right," he said at last, his eyes lowered to the
ground. "I will tell you why. It was the father of Naida Gillis who
was convicted of the murder of Major Brant."
"Oh, my father? Is she Captain Nolan's daughter? But you say
'convicted.' Was there ever any doubt? Do you question his being
guilty?"
Hampton pointed in silence to the hideous creature behind them. "That
man could tell, but he has gone mad."
Brant endeavored to speak, but the words would not come; his brain
seemed paralyzed. Hampton held himself under better control.
"I have confidence, Lieutenant Brant, in your honesty," he began,
gravely, "and I believe you will strive to do whatever is best for her,
if anything should happen to me out yonder. But for the possibility of
my being knocked out, I would n't talk about this, not even to you.
The affair is a long way from being straightened out so as to make a
pleasant story, but I 'll give you all you actually require to know in
order to make it clear to her, provided I shouldn't come back.
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