"You are wrong, Prue," I said, rebelling against

my better judgment. "A soldier and a man like Grantley would never have such a cowardice."

"Bab," says he, with insolence, "I'll bet my back hair on it that I'm right. The bravest man that ever trod will take to strange shifts when confronted with the devil. Pity Grantley, do not blame him."

Of such is the sympathy of boys!