He turned to the window, and threw it open to step out.

Let me tell what followed in the signorina’s words.

“Just then we heard a sound of a number of horses galloping up.  The President stopped and said: 

“‘Hallo! what’s up?’

“Then there was a shout and a volley of shots, and I heard the colonel’s voice cry: 

“‘Down with your arms; down, I say, or you’re dead men.’

“The President stepped quickly across the room to his escritoire, took up his revolver, went back to the window, passed through it, and without a word disappeared.  I could not hear even the sound of his foot on the veranda.

“I heard one more shot—­then a rush of men to the door, and the colonel burst in, with sword and revolver in his hands, and followed by ten or a dozen men.

“I ran to him, terrified, and cried: 

“‘Oh, is anyone hurt?’

“He took no notice, but asked hastily: 

“‘Where is he?’

“I pointed to the veranda, and gasped: 

“‘He went out there.’  Then I turned to one of the men and said again: 

“‘Is anyone hurt?’

“‘Only Mr. Carr,’ he replied.  ’The rest of ’em were a precious sight too careful of themselves.’

“‘And is he killed?’

“‘Don’t think he’s dead, miss,’ he said; ’but he’s hurt badly.”

“As I turned again, I saw the President standing quite calmly in the window.  When the colonel saw him he raised his revolver and said: 

“‘Do you yield, General Whittingham?  We are twelve to one.’

“As he spoke, every man covered the President with his aim.  The latter stood facing the twelve revolvers, his own weapon hanging loosely in his left hand.  Then, smiling, he said a little bitterly: 

“’Heroics are not in my line, McGregor.  I suppose this is a popular rising—­that is to say, you have bribed my men, murdered my best friend, and beguiled me with the lures of that—­’

“I could not bear the words that hung on his lips, and with a sob I fell on a sofa and hid my face.

“‘Well, we mustn’t use hard names,’ he went on, in a gentler tone.  ’We are all as God made us.  I give in,’ and, throwing down his weapon, he asked, ‘Have you quite killed Carr?’

“‘I don’t know,’ said the colonel, implying plainly that he did not care either.

“‘I suppose it was you that shot him?’

“The colonel nodded.

“The President yawned, and looked at his watch.

“‘As I have no part in to-night’s performance,’ said he, ’I presume I am at liberty to go to bed?’

“The colonel said shortly: 

“‘Where’s the bedroom?’

“‘In there,’ said the President, waving his hand to a door facing that by which the colonel had entered.

“‘Permit me,’ said the latter.  He went in, no doubt to see if there were any other egress.  Returning shortly he said: