If you are an honorable soldier you will not interfere with a work of mercy." "An honorable soldier!" I exclaimed, stung by the words.

"Do you question that ?" "Not until after daylight came, and I noticed how you were clothed," and her eyes lost all gleam of humor.

"I respect a scout, but despise a spy." My cheeks flamed, as I realized what she meant--the tattered gray jacket, buttoned tightly, and concealing my blue blouse.

In swift disgust I wrenched it open, and flung the garment into the road.
"I had entirely forgotten I had the thing on," I explained hastily.
"Don't condemn until you hear my story.

You will listen, will you not ?" She sat silent, looking intently into my face, with merely the slightest inclination of the head.
"I came into your lines dressed just as I am now, drifting across the river behind a log.