“Captain Brice!”
“Yes,” he answered.
“My father is in the Judge's room,” she said.
“Your father!” he exclaimed. “I thought—”
“That he was an officer in the Confederate Army. So he is.” Her head went up as she spoke.
Stephen stared at her, troubled. Suddenly her manner, changed. She took a step toward him, appealingly.
“Oh, he is not a spy,” she cried. “He has given Mr Brinsmade his word that he came here for no other purpose than to see me. Then he heard that the Judge was dying—”
“He has given his word to Mr. Brinsmade?
“Yes.”
“Then,” said Stephen, “what Mr. Brinsmade sanctions is not for me to question.”