Early the next morning he went to the tent of Captain Zuten and
requested to see Private Traverse Rocke, in whom, he said, he felt a
warm interest.
The answer of Colonel Le Noir's tool confirmed Herbert's worse
suspicions.
Touching his cap with an air of exaggerated deference, he said: "As you think so much of the young fellow, Major, I am very sorry to
inform you, sir, that he is under arrest."
"Upon what charge?" inquired Herbert, calmly, concealing the suspicion
and indignation of his bosom.
"Upon a rather bad one, Major--sleeping on his post," replied the
officer, masking his exultation with a show of respect.
"Rather bad! The penalty is death," said Herbert, dryly.
"Yes, sir--martial law is rather severe."
"Who charges him?" asked Herbert, curtly.
"The Colonel of our regiment, sir," replied the man, scarcely able to
conceal his triumph.
"An accusation from a high quarter. Is his charge supported by other
testimony?"
"Beg pardon, Major, but is that necessary?"
"You have answered my question by asking another one, sir. I will
trouble you for a direct reply," said Herbert with dignity.
"Then, Major, I must reply--yes."
"What testimony? I would know the circumstances?"
"Well, sir, I will tell you about it," said the officer, with
ill-concealed triumph. "Private Traverse Rocke had the early morning
watch----"
"After his return from the night ride to Acapulco?"
"Yes, sir. Well, Colonel Le Noir and myself in going our rounds this
morning, just before sunrise, came full upon the young fellow, fast
asleep on his post. In fact, sir, it required a hearty shake to awaken
him."
"After ninety-six hours' loss of sleep, I should not wonder."
"I know nothing about that, sir. I only know that Colonel Le Noir and
myself found him fast asleep on his post. He was immediately arrested."
"Where is he now?" inquired Herbert.
"In one of the Colonel's extra tents, under guard," replied the
officer.
Herbert immediately went to the tent in question, where he found two
sentinels, with loaded muskets, on duty before the door. They grounded
arms on the approach of their superior officer.
"Is Private Traverse Rocke confined within there?" he inquired.
"Yes, sir."
"I must pass in to see him."
"I beg your pardon, sir, but our orders are strict, not even to admit
an officer, without a written order from our Colonel, said the
sentinel.