“I do not regard myself as entirely safe yet,” replied the staff officer, taking one of the pistols from his belt. “Before I am out of sight, my friend the major may feel justified in calling for the cavalry again.”
“They are five miles off, or will be by the time you have started,” said the major.
“I think not. When I fall among people who are as sharp as you are, I always use extraordinary precautions. It is part of my purpose that you should go with us, my dear major.”
“Go where?” demanded the traitor, intensely alarmed.
“I will not trouble the lady to go any farther than the farm-house where I left my horse. In regard to yourself, I shall have to insist upon your going with me to headquarters.”
“Why so?”
“You are a traitor of the blackest stamp, and it is quite proper that you should be attended to before you have done any more mischief.”
“You are quite mistaken, Captain Somers. I am—”
“I will pledge myself not to prevent your escape,” interposed Maud, apparently unwilling that the major should say too much.
“Excuse me, if, after what has happened, I decline to trust you.”