For blood ties bind, no matter how badly they are stretched, and long ago Corporal Dudley had sworn to wipe out his grudge.
"Why, man, can't you see ?" he whispered excitedly.

"This Johnnie Reb is the man that was hiding in the cabin loft this morning.

Morrison lied when he said he wasn't there--you remember, he was the only one who looked--he lied and as soon as he got us out of the way he let him come down and he gave him _this_.

Could any man ask for better proof that we had the spy right in our hands and then our commanding officer deliberately let him go ?" At the sound of the man's excited whispering Cary's fears as to the value of Virgie's pass grew too strong to warrant this agony of watching and waiting, and he stepped forward with a sharp question: "Well, Corporal, isn't the pass satisfactory ?" "Oh, perfectly--perfectly," Dudley answered with baleful readiness, but made no move to return it.
Cary put out his hand.

"Then I would like to have it again, if you please." By way of answer Corporal Dudley carefully found an inside pocket and buttoned the pass up in his coat.