But never mind.

It's my business to make use of you.

I'm provost-marshal." This was not at all the sort of treatment Jake had expected to receive at the hands of British officers.

He had supposed that the value of his services in betraying his fellows, would be recognized and rewarded, and he had even dreamed of receiving marked attentions and a good, comfortable, safe place in the British service in recompense.

It had never occurred to him that while all military men must get what information they can from deserters, and traitors, they do not respect the sneaking fellows in the least, but on the contrary hold them in profoundest contempt, almost spurning them with their boots.