Died in defence of his country.
As the hour waned, McClure looked at his watch.
Beall noticed the movement, smiled, and inquired the hour.
It was twelve o'clock. The execution, by the order, was to take place between twelve and two.
His voyage was, therefore, drawing rapidly to a close.
The sails could be seen in heaven coming up from the under-world.
Destiny was making the last entry in the log-book of life.
The harbor and the steeples of the city were in sight.
Very soon Major Coggswell came in to bid his prisoner farewell.
This officer himself had once been held in Richmond as a hostage, with the sword of Damocles above him, and he could, therefore, sympathize with a soldier under similarly trying circumstances.
Like all around him, also, he had been drawn into the magnetic circle of Beall's friendship.
After partaking of some nourishment, which Dr. Weston and Mr. McClure shared with him, Beall was left alone with his spiritual adviser.
After him, the officers o