"Indeed? One apiece, eh?"
"None apiece, perhaps. In any case, you lose."
"Then the names—or at least one?"
I flushed a bit in spite of myself. "You know Miss Elisabeth Churchill?"
He nodded gravely. "And about the other lady?"
"I can not tell you much about her," said I; "I have but little knowledge myself. I mean the Baroness von Ritz."
"Oh, ho!" Jack opened his eyes, and gave a long whistle. "State secrets, eh?"
I nodded, and looked him square in the eye.
"Well, why should you ask me to help you, then? Calhoun is none too good a friend of Mr. Polk, of my state. Calhoun is neither Whig nor Democrat. He does not know where he stands. If you train with him, why come to our camp for help?"
"Not that sort, jack," I answered. "The favor I ask is personal."