“They are my men. I told you I held a commission in the cavalry—for the good cause, you know.”
“I understand.”
“By the way, captain, have you seen Miss Hasbrouk since we met last?”
“I have not.”
“She follows the army.”
“Which army?”
“The rebel army, of course.”
“What for?”
“Because she likes it, I suppose. She is very useful as a nurse, they say. Of course I don’t discourage her; for I make her serviceable to the good cause, you know.”
The farm-house was now in sight, and there was a light in one of the front rooms. Without the ceremony of knocking, the major opened the door and entered, ordering the four cavalrymen to follow him with their prisoner.