"I have reason to believe so."

"By yourself?"

"By the sergeant who accompanied me, and who continued the journey
after I was detained."

"Is Lee contemplating an immediate movement?"

"General Sheridan," I exclaimed indignantly, "you must surely forget
that I am an officer of the Confederate Army. You certainly have no
reason to expect that I will so far disregard my obvious duty as to
answer such a question."

"Your refusal to explain why you were hiding within our lines is ample
reason for my insistence," he said tartly, "and I am not accustomed to
treating spies with any great consideration, even when they claim Rebel
commissions. You are not the first to seek escape in that way. Was your
despatch the cause of the hurried departure of Longstreet's troops
eastward?"

This last question was hurled directly at me, and I noticed that every
eye in the room was eagerly scanning my face. I had the quick, fiery
temper of a boy then, and my cheeks flushed.

"I positively decline to answer one word relative to the despatches
intrusted to me," I said deliberately, and my voice shook with sudden
rush of anger. "And no officer who did not dishonor the uniform he wore
would insult me with the question."