Brown dropped his lantern, fixed her with his eyes.
"I am the leader of the Northern Army."
"What are you doing here to-night?"
"I have come on a divine mission."
"Who sent you?"
"The Lord of Hosts in a Vision—"
"What are you going to do?"
"The will of God."
"What are you going to do?" she fairly screamed in his face.
"That is not for your ears, woman," was the stern answer. "I have important business with Southern settlers on the Pottawattomie to-night."