I had the fellow--had him like a rat in a trap.

Oh, well, there was time enough, and I closed the door and locked it.
I talked with the sergeant, and had him send Foster to watch the kitchen door, and detail a couple of men for cooks, with orders to hurry up breakfast.

Miles had seen nothing of Le Gaire, and when Hardy and Bell returned, they acknowledged having discovered no trace of the fugitive.
I let them talk, saying little myself, endeavoring to think out the peculiar situation, and determine what I had better do.

Already there was heavy cannonading off to the right, but at considerable distance.
The battle was on, and might sweep this way before many hours, yet I could no longer doubt the complete withdrawal of Confederate troops from the neighborhood.

Not a gray-jacket or flash of steel was visible, and everything about was a scene of peace.