"Then it is not even our man," grumbled the soldier.

"But Stewart is not the name he gave," cried the sergeant.
"Jasper Blount he told me he was called. It seems that after
all we have captured a malignant, and that I was well advised
to bring him to you."

The captain made a gesture of disdain. In that moment Kenneth
recognized him. He was Harry Hogan - the man whose life
Galliard had saved in Penrith.

"Bah, a worthless capture, Beddoes," he said.

"I know not that," retorted the sergeant. "He carries papers
which he states are from Joseph Ashburn, of Castle Marleigh, to
Colonel Pride. Colonel Pride's name is on the package, but may
not that be a subterfuge? Why else did he say he was called
Blount?"

Hogan's brows were of a sudden knit.

"Faith, Beddoes, you are right. Remove his sword and search
him."

Calmly Kenneth suffered them to carry out this order. Inwardly
he boiled at the delay, and cursed himself for having so
needlessly given the name of Blount. But for that, it was
likely Hogan would have straightway dismissed him. He cheered
himself with the thought that after all they would not long
detain him. Their search made, and finding nothing upon him