"You know me, Major," said de Lapp, "and I am sure that you will tell
him that this could not be."

"No, no, Jack! Certainly not! certainly not!" cried the Major.

"Thank you," said de Lapp. "You know me, and you do me justice. And
yourself, I hope that your knee is better, and that you will soon have
your regiment given you."

"I am well enough," answered the Major; "but they will never give me a
place unless there is war, and there will be no more war in my time."

"Oh, you think that!" said de Lapp with a smile. "Well, _nous
verrons!_ We shall see, my friend!"

He whisked off his hat, and turning briskly he walked off in the
direction of West Inch. The Major stood looking after him with
thoughtful eyes, and then asked me what it was that had made me think
that he was a spy. When I told him he said nothing, but he shook his
head, and looked like a man who was ill at ease in his mind.



CHAPTER VIII.

THE COMING OF THE CUTTER.

I never felt quite the same to our lodger after that little business at
the Peel Castle. It was always in my mind that he was holding a secret