Her cheeks blazed, her head sank, with the foolish identification of the spy into which her eagerness had betrayed her.
But Brant appeared not to notice it.

He was, in fact, puzzling his brain to conceive what information the stupid mulatto woman could have obtained here.

His strength, his position was no secret to the enemy--there was nothing to gain from him.

She must have been, like the trembling, eager woman before him, a mere tool of others.
"Did this woman live here ?" he said.
"No," she said.

"She lived with the Manlys, but had friends whom she visited at your general's headquarters." With difficulty Brant suppressed a start.