"What is in it now?"
"Tin pans."
"Anything else?"
"Er—yes, sir."
He caught his breath and stepped a little nearer, bending till his face was close to hers.
"What?"
"Colonel Mosby," declared the mite, with a most emphatic nod; "an' you better look out, too!"
The officer laughed as he turned to his grinning squad.
"Bright little youngster! Still, I think we'll have a look." He dropped his air of amusement, growing stern again. "Now, men! Ready!"
They swung into line and faced the cupboard, the muzzles of their carbines trained upon it, while their leader advanced, swung open the doors, and quickly stepped aside.