"B Troop! My troop? What do you owe B Troop?"
"Why, B Troop's been sending us its surplus rations."
"You sure?"
"Well, the sutler said so."
"I think there's a mistake. B Troop has had no surplus rations."
"Had no——" she began, amazed.
"Must have been the sutler's own stuff."
"But he wrote——" From between the leaves of a book on the mantel, she produced a folded paper.
"Or someone else's," went on Oliver.
She had been about to hand him Blakely's letter. Now, as if struck by an idea, she put it back into the book. When she turned, her eyes were swimming.