The Huttig news., 1915-10-23

uniform again." he exclaimed heartily. What was the row here, Fred-some | guerrilla work? An! by Jove!" his eyes brightening as he recognized me. Raymond. l am glad to see you again." and he strode forward, his lips smiling. his hand held out. "Old Ned swore to me you were dead, but the sergeant said you got away at the first rush. Not even a scratch hey-?"
 Just moment, please" and the in. terested lieutenant interrupted him by hand on the shoulder q believe we have never met before, but I pre-. sume you are Captain Fox?"
 The latter turned. trifle indignant at the others manner.
 T am; what of it7"
 Only l am naturally somewhat in terested in your identification of this fellow. To us he has claimed the name of Wyatt. but you address him as Raymond. What Raymond did he represent himself to be?"
 Fox stared about in surprise at the
 
 to collect his scattered wits.
 Why" he answered, as though half in doubt of his own words, "Lieuten- ant Charles H. Raymond Third cav airy, on recruiting service 1-I met him at Hot Springs, and he showed me his papers. lsnt-isn't he all 1 right?"
 Well, you can draw your own con. clusion," returned the lieutenant, his thin lips curled in & sheer, for l am Raymond, Third cavalry. This man is a rebel spy"
 Escape was impossible; I knew that, for had considered the chances. Both Whitlock and the lieutenant-the lat ter with revolver. drawu-stood be. tween me and the windows The han without was thronged with troopers. and. although l might attain the open door, that would be the end of it. saw Noreen rise to her feet, her star. tied face turned toward me, but held my nerves firm. and managed to smile.
 q expect the jig is up. gentlemen" I acknowledged quietly. determined they should get as little comfort out of me as possible. T know when I. have played my last card.'
 ''Is your name really Wyatt?
 Tt is; am sergeant In the Staun- ton horse artillery"
 Raymond glanced from my face 10 where she stood. white-lipped and silent.
 There is nothing else between your" he asked roughly. Do you mean to say"
 'I hardly think. lieutenant" broke in Whitlock, suddenly realizing his authority. it is necessary to ask such questions now. Tho man confessea himself spy. and a eourt-martial will probe into this matter. We must re- member the young lady is the daugh- ter of Major Harwood."
 And as Major Harwood's daugh- ter" she said gravely. standing be- fore me. "I desire to be heard, and to answer this gentlemans question. sought to save Sergeant Wyatt be- cause of the special service he has rendered me during the past night. l knew nothing of his purpose here. but-but hold him friend whatever may be his uniform"
 The lieutenant bowed, hat in nand.
 'T intended no criticism of your mo- tivcs, but soldier must perform his duty. Under whose orders are you here. Wyatt?" n "I refuse to answer"
 No? We'll, Ramsay will get re- ply out of you!"
 "I hardly think so, sir. You hang spies. but do not torture them"
 True enough" and Whitlock stepped to the door. Sergeant, bring a file of men, and take charge of this prisoner. There Is nothing to detain us longer. We have extra horses. Captain Fox, and you will ride with us as far as Lewisburg; Miss Harwood, presume | you have no desire to remain here alone-indeed. could not permit It.. Better bind the fellows hands, liar per; search him first for weapons, and whatever papers he may carry. Mount him on that old artillery horse, and wait for us"
 Raymond watched the proceedings carefully. taking my credentials as . Federal recruiting officer from the l hands of the sergeant, and reading them over with a grim smile. l gave small heed to the glance of satisfac- tion with which he regarded me, and only ventured to look once toward the girl, as the soldiers roughly bound my hands. She had turned away. and was staring out of the open window. marched out into the hall closely sur rounded by the guard. my thought less concerned with my own fate than with her feeling toward mo. Suddenly the truth revealed itself to my mind that loved the woman had SO strangely married.
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