They rose and saluted her.
"Be seated, my brave men," said she; "only please tell me what you told Jacintha about Captain Dujardin." "Don't stain your mouth with the captain, my little lady.

He is a traitor." "How do you know ?" "Marcellus! mademoiselle asks us how we know Captain Dujardin to be a traitor.

Speak." Marcellus, thus appealed to, told Rose after his own fashion that he knew the captain well: that one day the captain rode out of the camp and never returned: that at first great anxiety was felt on his behalf, for the captain was a great favorite, and passed for the smartest soldier in the division: that after awhile anxiety gave place to some very awkward suspicions, and these suspicions it was his lot and his comrade's here to confirm.

About a month later he and the said comrade and two more were sent, well mounted, to reconnoitre a Spanish village.

At the door of a little inn they caught sight of a French uniform.