A Lieutenant at Eighteen. Oliver 1822-1897 Optic

wants to speak to the commanding officer," said he, pointing to the head of the stairs, where the marauders were huddled together. "This is the lieutenant in command," added the cavalryman, calling to the man who wished to see him.

      "What! that boy?" demanded the ruffian.

      "Boy or man, I am in command of this detachment of United States cavalry," replied Deck, elevating his head as high as he could get it; and he was quite as tall as half of his platoon. "If you have anything to say to me, say it with a civil tongue in your head."

      "That is Captain Coonly," said Win in a low tone.

      "I have come to the conclusion that I had better make terms with you," replied the leader of the ruffians.

      "I make no terms with thieves and robbers," answered Deck, with dignity enough for a major-general. "I find you engaged in plundering a citizen of the United States, threatening him, and ransacking his mansion. Soldiers do not engage in such work."

      "I am in the service of the Southern Confederacy," replied Captain Coonly, evidently somewhat crestfallen.

      "Have you a commission about you?"

      "Not yet; but I shall have one."

      "I look upon you and your gang as guerillas, and I shall treat you as such. Will you surrender to an officer of the United States?"

      "No, I won't surrender! I am willing to make terms with you, and will do the fair thing," blustered the captain without a commission.

      "I do not make terms with such as you are. We have talked enough on that subject, and you need not say another word about terms; there is no such word in my book."

      "My men are all armed in good shape, and they are fighting characters. All I ask is fair play."

      "You shall have it; and according to the civil law of Kentucky, that means the inside of a prison-cell for such fellows as you are!" answered the lieutenant coolly and calmly, with no display of anger; for he was trying with all his might to follow the excellent advice his father had given him for his guidance as an officer.

      "No civil law about it!" exclaimed Captain Coonly, his wrath stirred up by the mention of a prison. "I am a soldier, and so are my men. I demand terms such as one military officer should give to another."

      "I do not recognize you as a soldier in the service of the Confederacy, which would entitle you to military consideration," Lieutenant Lyon declared with as much solemnity as though he had been presiding over a court-martial.

      Win Milton could hardly control his risible muscles; for he was inclined to laugh outright as he heard a young fellow of eighteen talk as though he understood military law as well as he did cavalry tactics. But Deck had studied the needed subjects for his conduct as an officer while others slept, and he had improved every opportunity to converse with Captain Gordon upon the laws and customs of the service.

      "I thought you said we should have fair play?" growled Captain Coonly.

      "I did; and I explained what fair play was in a case like this. But we have talked enough about terms; and now we will proceed to business, or to fight out this thing, if you so elect," said Deck very calmly but very decidedly.

      "But I only ask"—

      "You need not ask anything!" interposed the lieutenant. "We have talked enough; now will you oblige me by coming down the stairs?"

      "What if I decline to come down the stairs?" demanded Captain Coonly.

      "Then I shall interpret your reply to mean that you prefer to fight out this matter."

      "But you have us"—

      "I have you, and I propose to keep you. No more talk! Come down-stairs, Captain Coonly, or I will order my men to fire!"

      The leader of the marauders hesitated, and then took a single step in the descent; he halted there.

      "I only want to say"—

      "Say nothing more! Come down, or you are a dead man in another second!" added Deck, still calm and resolute.

      "Go down, Cap!" said several of his followers as they retired from the dangerous locality at the head of the stairs.

      The captain did not hesitate any longer, but descended the steps very slowly, as though he was marching at his own funeral.

      "Win, bring all the cords and straps you can find. We shall want a lot of them," said Deck in a low tone to the guide. "Bugler, go with him and help him bring them."

      "This is not fair play," said the captain as he landed in the hall.

      "No more talk!"