“Were you wearing that cavalry cloak within our lines?” he questioned sternly.
“I was not, sir; it was indeed lying upon the floor of the hut when Major Brennan entered, but I had nothing to do with it.”
He gazed at me searchingly for a moment in silence.
“I regret we have treated you with so little consideration,” he said apologetically, “but you were supposed to be merely a spy. May I ask your name and rank?”
“Captain Wayne, ——th Virginia Cavalry.”
“Why were you within our lines?”
“I was passing through them with despatches.”
“For whom?”
“You certainly realize that I must decline to answer.”
“Major Brennan,” he asked, turning aside again, “was this officer searched by your party?”