"One, your excellency," was the reluctant, sullen admission.
"And what became of the other?"
"He was waylaid on the road."
"The first, or the second?"
"The second."
"And the officer captured here—what was he like? Was he tall or short?"
"He was tall, Excellency, with fair hair and blue eyes. He was always whistling."
"These officers—where were they taken to?"
"To the hills."
"In what direction?"