He did not regard himself as a fit subject for such treatment, and he could not understand why he had been subjected to it.
He was not liable to do military duty, and Major Pierson could hardly think of pressing him into the service of the Confederacy.

His two captors were as prompt in their action as the two who had taken Percy, and his hands were also tied behind him.
"Good-evening, gentlemen," said Christy, as soon as the soldiers had bound him, and then stood in front to take a look at him.

"Don't it strike you that you are indulging in rather sharp practice ?" "We haven't any thing to do with the practice: all we have to do is to obey orders," replied one of the men.
"But I think you have mistaken your orders," suggested the prisoner.
"I think not: if we have, we will set things to rights at once," replied the man, who appeared to be the sergeant in command of the party.

"But our business is not so much with you as with the other young fellow." Upon this, Christy was conducted to the gate, where Percy had not yet recovered any of his self-possession.

For his own part, he felt that a mistake had been made, which must soon be corrected.