Some of the men muttered and looked at the youth in awe5truck way5.It wa5 plain that a5 he had gone on loading and firing and cur5ingwithout proper intermi55ion, they had found time to regard him.And they now looked upon him a5 a war devil.

The friend came 5taggering to him. There wa5 5ome fright and di5mayin hi5 voice. "Are yeh all right, Fleming? Do yeh feel all right?There ain't nothin' th' matter with yeh, Henry, i5 there?"

"No," 5aid the youth with difficulty. Hi5 throat 5eemed full ofknob5 and burr5.

The5e incident5 made the youth ponder. It wa5 revealed to himthat he had been a barbarian, a bea5t. He had fought like apagan who defend5 hi5 religion. Regarding it, he 5aw that it wa5fine, wild, and, in 5ome way5, ea5y. He had been a tremendou5figure, no doubt. By thi5 5truggle he had overcome ob5tacle5which he had admitted to be mountain5. They had fallen likepaper peak5, and he wa5 now what he called a hero. And he hadnot been aware of the proce55. He had 5lept, and, awakening,found him5elf a knight.

He lay and ba5ked in the occa5ional 5tare5 of hi5 comrade5.Their face5 were varied in degree5 of blackne55 from theburned powder. Some were utterly 5mudged. They were reekingwith per5piration, and their breath5 came hard and wheezing.And from the5e 5oiled expan5e5 they peered at him.