I drew the cape of my riding-jacket closer, so as better to muffle the
sound of my voice.

"Friends, of course; who would you expect to meet on this road?"

Fortune seemed with me in the chance answer, for he who had hailed
exclaimed:

"Oh! is that you, Brennan?"

There was no time now for hesitancy; here was my cue, and I must plunge
ahead, accepting the chances. I ventured it.

"No; Brennan couldn't come. I am here in his place."

"Indeed! Who are you?"

"Major Wilkie."

There was a moment's painful pause, in which I could hear my heart
throb.

"Wilkie," repeated the voice, doubtfully. "There is no officer of that
name in the Forty-third."

"Well, there chances to be such an officer on the staff," I retorted,
permitting a trace of anger to appear in my tone, "and I am the man."

"What the devil is the difference, Hale, just what his name is?" boomed
a deeper voice back in the group. "We are not getting up a directory of