"No, sar."

Frank left the store, and walked slowly up the street toward the hotel,
wondering where he could go to make inquiries concerning the man whom he
wished to find. It was evident that this was the hardest task he had yet
undertaken. He knew the rebel's name, and that was all. He had no idea
how he looked, and, although the admiral's order stated that he was
loitering about the village, he might, at that moment, be fifty miles
away, or Frank might have already passed him on the street.

There were several men dressed in butternut clothes hanging about the
hotel, and Frank determined to enter into conversation with one of them,
and, if possible, learn something about Abbott. An opportunity was soon
offered, for one of the butternuts approached him, and inquired--

"Got any Northern money--greenbacks?"

"Some," replied Frank.

"Wal," continued the man, "I'll give you five dollars in Confederate
money fur one dollar in greenbacks. Is it a bargain?"

"Confederate money!" repeated Frank. "Of what use would it be to me? And
I am greatly mistaken if it will be of use to you much longer."

"Wal, I want your money fur a keepsake," replied the man. I know you-uns
don't like our money, but we-uns hev got to use it or go without any,"

"Well, I'll trade," said Frank. "Your paper will no doubt be a curiosity