“Friend or foe?” demanded Somers, in a low tone; for he was disposed to confine the conversation to themselves.
“Friend, of course,” replied the other.
“Which side do you belong to, friend?” asked Somers, deeming the answer rather indefinite.
“To the Union side, of course,” replied the stranger, with refreshing promptness.
There was no non-committal about him, as might have been expected, half way between the lines of the two armies, and Somers was pretty well satisfied that he was what he claimed to be.
“Where are you going?”
“That’s rather a delicate question, Captain Somers, my dear fellow,” responded the stranger. “You are evidently at your old tricks, captain.”
“Who are you?” demanded Somers, not a little surprised and disconcerted at being recognized in his present situation.
“Don’t you know me?” added the stranger, advancing cautiously towards the captain.
“I haven’t that pleasure.”