“The left, sir. If you are going in that direction, we shall be glad of your company,” replied one of the officers.
“Thank you; I shall be glad to go with you.”
“I see by your uniform that you belong on the staff,” added the officer who had done the talking.
“Yes, sir;” and Somers, without reserve, informed him who and what he was.
“Somers!” exclaimed the stranger. “I have heard of you before. Perhaps you remember one Dr. Scoville, of Petersburg?”
“Perfectly,” laughed Somers.
“Well, sir, he is an uncle of mine.”
“Indeed? I took you to be an officer of the United States army.”
“So I am; but my father married a sister of Dr. Scoville.”
“Dr. Scoville is a very good sort of man, but he is an awful rebel. I suppose he bears no good will towards me and my friend Major de Banyan.”