“Eddinger,” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
“Report back to Corporal Matson and tell him to send a surgeon to the prisoner who was wounded at General Varney’s house, if he isn’t dead by this time. Now let me see that despatch,” he continued, as the orderly saluted and ran rapidly from the room.
But again Miss Mitford interposed. She stepped quickly between Arrelsford and Foray, both of whom fell back from her.
“I expect,” she said impudently, “that you think you are going to get my telegram and read it?”
“I certainly intend to do so,” was the curt answer.
“Well, there’s a great disappointment looming up in front of you,” returned Caroline defiantly.
“So!” said Arrelsford, with growing suspicion. “You have been trying to send out something that you don’t want us to see.”
“What if I have, sir.”
“Just this,” said Arrelsford determinedly. “You won’t send it out and I will see it. This is a case——”