“I am a spy for the General.”

“What General?”

“General Price, to be sure.”

This created another fit of merriment.

“Just as if the likes of you would be employed as a spy! Why, you don’t know enough to last you half a mile.”

“That’s just the reason why I am a spy. I am such a darn skunk no one pays any attention to me.”

“Have you been in the Yankee camp here?”

“Yes.”

“Have you a Confederate uniform under that blue?”

“Yes,” replied Nettleton, throwing off his coat and exposing the gray.