He seated himself at his desk and unrolled a map.
"Any witnesses of the Sergeant's death ?" he asked evenly as he proceeded to study his map.
"Unfortunately, only one," Harris replied.

"An old negro--now in our camp--answering to the name of William Lewis." "Lewis--Lewis," said Grant thoughtfully.

He referred for a moment to a file of papers and then looked up.

"Is that the old codger who's been worrying my entire staff for permission to go through our lines to his home ?" "Yes, General," said Harris, with a smile, for Unc' Billy's persistency and his troubles were known to everyone he met.
"Good! It's about time we got even him," the General remarked sardonically.

"Have him in! See to it, Forbes." And again he bent over his map.
Forbes, passing out again, paused as Harris gestured.
"You'll find him somewhere near the guard house," the Lieutenant said with a flicker of a, smile.