His eyes swept across the guard, and then centred upon me.

Instantly they blazed with excitement, although I noticed he took a sudden step backward in the first shock of surprise, his hand dropping to the butt of a pistol in his belt.
"By all the gods!" he exclaimed sharply.

"If it isn't the spy! I miss the red jacket, but I know the face, Mister Lieutenant Fortesque." "Major Lawrence, if you please," I returned quietly.
"We'll not quarrel over the name.

I've had occasion to know you under both; bearing one you was a spy, beneath the other a leader of banditti.
I'll hang you with equal pleasure under either." Suddenly he seemed to remember where we were, and his face flushed with newly aroused rage.
"But first you'll explain what you are doing here at Elmhurst.

Do you know whose home this is ?" "Most assuredly," determined not to lose my temper, or to be moved by his threats.