The general looked up with a frown.
“I don’t know about that. He was to have been shot at sunset, but some one blundered. Do you know him?”
“I knew him at one time.”
“I see no harm in granting your request, and in consideration of the service you have done us, I will.”
Seizing pen and paper he began to hurriedly write.
“Your full name, please.”
“Mara Morland.”
She could have bitten her tongue out for giving utterance to the name. But it was just as well. “Mara” seemed as appropriate for a man as a woman.
“There you are,” declared the commander, handing her two slips of paper; “good-evening.”
Glad to get away so easy, she passed out of the tent.