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The Victoria Cross
(Continued f a state of feeble terror. It was evident that the revolution was nothing but ineffectual rebellion. Azimoolah and Seerek had quarreled bitterly over the former's murderous policies, the Maharajah realizing that his consent to his "General's" assassinations had cost him his title, his place and his property forever, probably his liberty, and possibly his life.
Darkness had scarcely fallen when Sir Allan Strathallan and the rescue regiment crashed suddenly into the feeble, straggling trio at a turn of the road.
In the red day which followed British soldiers avenged the murdered English women and children. One meal, and Major Seton was with them.
When he returned, Strathallan met him, with his usual pompous awkwardness. Seton expected more thunderous vituperation— but he did not care, now. Joan loved him, and was she not safe?
"Colonel Seton," began the blustering knight, "my daughter has been making a
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fool of herself carrying around a Victoria Cross which belongs to you. I have ordered her to restore it to you immediately."
"I asked her to keep it, sir," replied Seton. And at that curiosity ran away with him completely. "You have spoken to so many officers this morning, Sir Allan, that I fear you made a mistake. You addressed me, you know, as Colonel — "
"Silence, sir!" roared Strathallan. "Think I'm an idiot, giving wrong titles like some cannibal king? I said Colonel Seton, and I meant Colonel Seton, for you are Colonel Seton."
Just then Joan appeared.
"Sir Allan," ventured Ralph, "much as I prize my decoration and my new rank, there is one thing I want more than — "
"Take her. sir, take her!" interrupted her father. "You've earned her, as well as your new title and your ornaments. And I believe she'll be fool enough to love you."
"But, Ralph," protested Joan, plaintively, "I'm not a thing."-'
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