He can fight better with those weapons than with spies." But Slade persisted, and Colonel Woodville, with an occasional word from his daughter, fenced with him, always using a light bantering tone, while the lad who lay so near listened, his pulses beating hard in his temples and throat.
"Your vigilance is to be commended, my good Slade," Dick heard Colonel Woodville say, "but to-day at least I cannot secure such a commission for you from General Pemberton.

We hear that Grant is massing his troops for a grand attack, and there is little time to thresh up all our own quarters for spies.

We must think more of our battle line.

To-morrow we may have a plan.

Come back to me then, and we will talk further on these matters." "But think, sir, what a day may cost us!" "You show impatience, not to say haste, Slade, and little is ever achieved by thoughtless haste.