Mr. Raynes, being the oldest man present, was entitled to the position of spokesman; and he made a very prolix statement of all the events which had transpired since he first saw the pretended Allan Garland.
Owen Raynes was a very good-natured young man, and the recital of the affair amused him exceedingly. He did not fly into a passion, being a very amiable and reasonable rebel; and seemed to regard the whole thing as a stupendous joke.
“Then your name is Allan Garland, is it?” demanded he, with a broad laugh still playing on his lips.
“That is my name at present,” replied Somers.
“But have you no other name?”
“None worth mentioning.”
“Good! To what regiment do you belong?”
“To the Fourth Alabama, Colonel Jones; but I have already told your respected father all the facts relating to myself, and some relating to you.”
“Say, is this a joke, a sell?” demanded Owen.
“I suppose that would be a very proper interpretation to put upon it.”