They left the door open.
As soon as satisfied that they were beyond hearing Curt spoke in a low tone to the mysterious scout who without looking up or betraying any surprise motioned for him to descend the stairs.
A minute later Curt stood beside him.
“This is a glad meeting on my part,” whispered he. “I was wishing I had some one to help me.”
“I mistrusted it,” replied the unknown, “so I followed you up here. Do you intend to capture the rebels?”
“If possible.”
“Good. Let’s get where we can see what they are doing now.”
Noiselessly crossing the room they looked cautiously out upon the handful of perplexed Confederates, who were grouped under the pine discussing their next move.
“We mustn’t lose that infernal spy,” declared Boggs. “Has he moved yet, Jones?”
“Nary a bit.”