“But if it is my fault——”
“Then you’ll be shot,” said the general cheerily. “Now see here, Peggy, if you don’t let my young men alone—— What’s that you’re carrying?”
“It’s a slicker!” said Peggy.
The general looked at Tommy, and Tommy looked back.
Peggy told her story, and showed, toward the end, an alarming disposition to cry.
“He knew something,” she said. “That—that man Booth was a spy, Uncle Jimmy. I could hear him asking all sorts of questions, and when the sergeant came out his face was——”
“Sergeant, eh?” interrupted Uncle Jimmy. “Any sergeants from the Headquarters Troop on leave, Tommy?”
“I’ll find out, sir.”
Tommy went away.
“I had got into the car, and he was coming, when three or four other soldiers came along. They all went back into the building, and I—I thought they were going to get Mr. Booth. But pretty soon they came out without him, and one of them gave me this slicker; and—and they all went away.”