I always doubted the fellow.

Well, there's an end of him; and anyhow he has done useful service at last by recognizing this spy.

Fine-looking young fellow that! He called him Vincent Wingfield.

I seem to remember the name; perhaps I have read it in some of the rebel newspapers we got hold of; likely enough someone will know it.

Well, I suppose we had better have Jackson carried into camp." Four more of the negroes were called out, and these carried the body into the camp of his regiment.