“You’ll admit,” said Lightfoot, “that I was too clever for you?”
There was no answer. George picked up Waggie. “Can I take my dog along with us, wherever we go?” he asked.
The Major Merely Changed the Position of His Legs
The Major suddenly advanced towards George, and patted the tiny animal. “Hello! Waggie, how are you, old man?” he cried.
George gasped. “How on earth did you know Waggie’s name?” he asked. For Waggie had been chewing at a bone on the floor ever since the entrance of the Confederate, and his master had not addressed a word to him during that time.
“I know his name almost as well as I do yours, George Knight,” said Lightfoot.
In his excitement George dropped Waggie on a chair. The three Northerners heard this last announcement with open-mouthed astonishment.