"'Yes' or 'No'!" "One moment, General," interrupted Harris, with a lawyer's quick objection.

"If--" "No interference, Harris," came the curt order.

"Answer me, Captain.
'Yes' or 'No'!" The Southerner's face flushed and he threw back his head with the superb defiance that General Grant knew so well--which was his one eternal stumbling block, and due to continue for another full year of blood.
"Under the rulings of court-martial law," the Confederate Captain said in ringing tones, "I deny even _your_ right to the question." To the surprise of everyone the General merely nodded.
"That is all, sir.

Thank you," he said, and Cary, with a look of surprise, slowly resumed his seat.
"Mr.Morrison!" The Union officer rose and saluted.
"As a military servant of the United States Government you were ordered to pursue this man and take him--dead or alive.

In this you failed." Morrison inclined his head gravely but shot a look of respectful objection at his superior.
"In part--I failed." Instantly the accusing forefinger was leveled at him across the desk and the point made with terrible directness.
"_And knowing he was a spy!_" Morrison shook his head.
"Not to my personal knowledge, sir.