“I have told you the truth,” he said proudly.
“I was going to make a visit when I was seized. You see I have no weapons.”
“Spies do not always carry arms. Papers are more to their taste. You say you came to see an uncle. Where does he live? Why did you visit him at night?”
“I knew that the enemy lay near us, and I didn't want to be taken prisoner.”
“Where is this uncle?”
“He lives back of the bluff, on the right hand side of the road.”
“We'll invite him into our camp, and see if he'll own the relationship.”
