"Matters which do not concern you!" I snapped out.
"Are you sure of that, pretty boy?"
"Am I sure?" I repeated, furious. "What do you mean? Will you
answer an honest question or not?"
"Why do you desire to see this Sagamore?" she repeated so
obstinately that I fairly clenched my teeth.
"Answer me," I said. "Or had you rather I fetched a file of men
up here?"
"Fetch a regiment, and I shall tell you nothing unless I
choose."
"Good God, what folly!" I exclaimed. "For whom and for what do
you take me, then, that you refuse to answer the polite and
harmless question of an American officer!"
"You had not so named yourself."
"Very well, then; I am Euan Loskiel, Ensign in Morgan's rifle
regiment!"
"You say so."
"Do you doubt it?"
"Birds sing," she said. Suddenly she stepped from
