The sentinel obediently withdrew, swearing, and did not return.  As we were arranging our blankets the fiery Yountsey said:  “I beg your pardon, Captain, but who the devil do you take them to be?”

“Ramon Gallegos, William Shaw and George W. Kent.”

“But how about Berry Davis?  I ought to have shot him.”

“Quite needless; you couldn’t have made him any deader.  Go to sleep.”

Footnotes: 

{1} Rough notes of this tale were found among the papers of the late Leigh Bierce.  It is printed here with such revision only as the author might himself have made in transcription.