The officers stared at the young girl.
"Take Miss Faulkner, with a flag, to some safe point of the enemy's line.

She is a non-combatant of their own, and will receive their protection." He had scarcely exchanged a dozen words with the aides-de-camp before the field officer hurriedly entered.

Taking Brant aside, he said quickly,-- "Pardon me, General; but there is a strong feeling among the men that this attack is the result of some information obtained by the enemy.
You must know that the woman you have just given a safeguard to is suspected, and the men are indignant." "The more reason why she should be conveyed beyond any consequences of their folly, Major," said Brant frigidly, "and I look to you for her safe convoy.

There is nothing in this attack to show that the enemy has received any information regarding us.

But I would suggest that it would be better to see that my orders are carried out regarding the slaves and non-combatants who are passing our lines from divisional headquarters, where valuable information may be obtained, than in the surveillance of a testy and outspoken girl." An angry flush crossed the major's cheek as he saluted and fell back, and Brant turned to the aide-de-camp.