least wear the uniform of my service and rank, and not the nondescript
garments of a guerilla."

The scornful words stung him; I noticed the quick flush of anger in his
eyes, and was not sorry.

"You are insolent, sir. Moreover, you go too far, for as it chances you
are well within our lines, and we will see to what extent honor is
consistent with the work of a spy. The uniform of your service,
indeed!" he echoed hotly, pointing as he spoke across the room; "that
cavalry cloak over yonder tells its own story. Peters, Steele, arrest
this fellow."

"Frank, don't do that," she urged earnestly. "You mistake; that was the
cloak I wore."

If he heard her he gave no sign.

"Bind him," was the stern order, as the two men advanced. "Use your
belts if you have nothing else handy."

Angry as I most assuredly was, swept also by a new emotion which I did
not in the least comprehend, I yet fully realized the utter
helplessness of my position in point of resistance. They were twenty to
one. However much I longed to grapple with him who mocked me, the very
thought was insanity; my only possible chance of escape lay in flight.
To realize this was to act. I leaped backward, trusting for a clear
field in my rear, and an opportunity to run for it, but the door by
which I had just entered was now closed and barred--Bungay had made
sure his retreat. The man, watching my every movement, with sword half