Leaving half his number to guard the buildings and see that no one escaped, Captain Dermot with the others began a search for the fugitive scout.
“Here is blood upon the stairs!” cried the sharp-eyed soldier who had discovered the tell-tale handkerchief. “He must have been wounded; he has gone this way.”
“You’re a brick, Logan!” exclaimed Captain Dermot, leaping up the stairs three at a time, “follow me, boys, and we’ll run the fox to his den. Ha! here is more blood!”
Mara’s hopes fell as she heard the startling words.
She had taken a great interest in the stranger scout and wished that he might escape.
Again it might fare ill with them were he found on their premises.
She heard the horde enter the very room in which the scout was concealed.
Her heart almost ceased its beating.
With trembling steps she ascended the stairs.
She was met on the second floor by the Confederate captain.