"That is your business, General," the stranger replied carelessly.
At a signal from the general the stranger was unfastened; he gave a sigh of relief on feeling himself at liberty.
"There," he said, "now a man can talk."
"Are you disposed to answer me?"
"Ask me a question."
"What is your name?"
"Moonshine."
"A capital name for a night bird."
"It is mine."
"What are you?"