It was none other than Lieutenant Miller; for there was the scar on his cheek, which had been described to him by the negro.
After returning the rebel's salutation, Frank seated himself on the sofa, and said: "I shall trouble you only a moment.

I merely came here on a little matter of business.

I understand that there is a rebel mail to be carried across the river, from this house, to-night." The suddenness with which this announcement was made was astounding.

Mrs.
Phillips appeared ready to faint; Annie turned very pale; and the lieutenant raised his hand to his breast, as if about to draw a weapon.
"What do you mean, sir ?" inquired Mr.Phillips, with well-feigned surprise.
"I mean," answered Frank, "that, since we anchored opposite this house, we have been associating with the worst kind of rebels.

Put down your hand, Lieutenant Miller! If I see you make that move again, I shall be obliged to shoot you.