“De good Lor’ bress Cap’n Lane,” began the colored woman, “fer he come just in time.  De missus had been wakin’ an’ fearful-like mos’ ob de night, but at las’ we was all a-dozin’.  I was in a char by her side, an’ Missy S’wanee laid on a lounge.  She hadn’t undress, an’ fer a long time seemed as if listenin’.  At las’ dere come a low knock, an’ we all started up.  I goes to de doah an’ say, ’Who’s dar?’—­’A message from Cap’n Lane,’ says a low voice outside.  ’Open de doah,’ says Missy S’wanee; ‘I’se not afeard ob him.’  De moment I slip back de bolt, a big man, wid a black face, crowds in an’ say, ‘Not a soun’, as you valley your lives:  I want yer jewelry an’ watches;’ an’ he held a pistol in his hand.  At fust we tought it was a plantation han’, fer he tried ter talk like a cullud man, an’ Missy S’wanee ‘gan ter talk ter him; but he drew a knife an’ says, ‘Dis won’t make no noise, an’ it’ll stop yer noise ef yer make any.  Not a word, but gib up eberyting.’  De missus was so beat out wid fear, dat she say, ‘Gib him eberyting.’  An’ Missy S’wanee, more’n half-dead, too, began to gib dere watches an’ jewels.  De man put dem in his pocket, an’ den he lay his hands on Missy S’wanee, to take off her ring.  Den she scream, an’ I flew at ‘im an’ tried to tear his eyes out.  Missy Roberta ‘gan screamin’, so we knowed she was ‘tacked too.  De man was strong an’ rough, an’ whedder he would a’ killed us or not de Lord only knows, fer jes’ den de doah flew wide open, an’ Cap’n Lane stood dere wid his drawn sword.  In a secon’ he seed what it all meant, an’ sprung in an’ grabbed de robber by de neck an’ jerked him outen inter de hall.  Den de man ‘gan ter beg fer mercy, an’ tole his name.  It was one of Cap’n Lane’s own sogers.  At dis moment Missy Roberta rush outen her room, cryin’, ‘Help! murder!’ Den we heared heaby steps rushing up de starway, an’ tree ob Cap’n Lane’s sogers dash for’ard.  As soon as Missy Roberta see de cap’n wid de light from de open doah shinin’ on his face, she comes an’ ask, ’What does dis outrage mean?’—­’It mean dat dis man shell be shot in de mawnin’, he say, in a chokin’ kind ob voice, fer he seem almost too angry to speak.  Den he ask, ’Were you ‘tacked also?’—­’ Yes,’ she cried, ’dere’s a man in my room.’—­’Which room?’ An’ she pointed to de doah.  De fus’ robber den made a bolt ter get away, but de cap’n’s men cotch ’im.  ’Tie his han’s ‘hind his back, an’ shoot him if he tries to run agin,’ said de cap’n; den he say to Missy Roberta:  ’Go in your moder’s room.  Don’t leave it without my permission.  Ef dere is a man in your room, he shall shar de fate ob dat villain dat I’ve ’spected ob bein’ a tief afore.’  An’ he went an’ looken in Missy Roberta’s room.  In a few moments he come back an’ say, ’Dere was a man dar, but he ’scape troo de winder on de verandy-roof.  Ef I kin discober ‘im he shall die too.’  Den he say, grave an’ sad-like:  ’Ladies, dere is bad men in eb’ry army.  I’se deeply mort’fied dat dis should happen.  You’ll bar me witness dat