“You lie, you dog!” yelled Nettleton. “I only—”
“What is all this?” asked a stately-looking officer, who had just approached, and before whom all the rest fell back.
“A spy, General,” was the response.
“Why was he not brought to my quarters?”
“Because Raines ordered a drumhead court-martial.”
“Release the man until I have conversed with him.”
Nettleton was released, and, as he descended from the scaffolding, he was recognized by General Price.
“We have met before?” asked Price.
“Yes, General, we have,” was the prompt reply of Nettleton.
“What were you doing in my camp the first time we met?”