The countenance was that of the person.
He had at one time belonged to Kearney’s cavalry, but had disappeared very suddenly and was supposed to have been killed.
Curt’s most natural conclusion was that he was acting a part as well as himself.
Though altered in appearance since their last meeting he felt certain the other would recognize him as soon as he should get a fair view of his face.
Always careful to be on the safe side the spy resolved not to discover his identity to the other, but to maintain a careful watch over himself.
He could not help feeling that the man had deserted the Union cause.
In that case his own position was a critical one.
“Don’t believe but we had better go round the clearing,” declared Lieutenant Boggs. “I kalkilate we have got to look mighty sharp, for we are likely to run on the Yanks at any step. Foller me.”
With this terse command he led the way through the forest, the others following closely upon his heels in Indian fashion.
They had gone perhaps a quarter of a mile in this way, when Lieutenant Boggs paused abruptly.