"We must disguise ourselves. It is as I suspected—we are to go to the camp of Price. I have in my possession one of the secesh uniforms, which formerly belonged to an officer. I shall wear it. You will dress in the plain homespun worn by the rebel soldiers."
"Where are we to procure them?"
"They will be sent to my tent in a few moments. The general has provided them. William Nettleton!"
"Yes, captain."
"Are our horses ready?"
"Yes, captain."
"Tell my cook to prepare rations for three days for six men. Take care that they are properly placed in our haversacks—then bring the horses around to my tent-door. Stay, here is a suit of clothing I wish you to put on, and wherever we go, understand you belong in Springfield, and have just left the hospital there. After we pass our lines, you know you are a rebel, so lay aside that rifle, and take the shot gun I gave you. 'Swasey's nigger' will not be armed at all. Go."
In a few moments the officers had changed their uniforms for the rougher dress. Their horses were brought up, and they at once took their leave of camp, followed by the negro and William Nettleton.