Charley took the dispatches and rode into the enemy's lines.

He was taken, and the false information produced the desired effect.

On his way to Andersonville he was stripped of all his clothing but his shirt and pantaloons, and turned into the Stockade in this condition.

When I saw him he had been in a week or more.

He told his story quietly--almost diffidently--not seeming aware that he had done more than his simple duty.