“I am not afraid—if that is what you mean. Do you think you can get me through?”
The colonel said coolly: “I expect to do my part. Have you a rebel uniform?”
She nodded.
“Where is it?”
“On me—under this.”
The colonel looked at her; a slight shudder passed over him.
“These orders suggest that I start before sunset,” he said. “Meanwhile this tent is yours. My orderly will serve you. The regiment will move out about sunset with some six hundred sabres and Gray’s Rhode Island flying battery.”
He walked to the tent door; she followed.
“Is that your horse?” he asked.
“Yes, Colonel.”