She was brought into the guardhouse unconscious." "Very good.

I will see her," said Brant, with a feeling of relief.
"One moment, general.

We thought you would perhaps prefer to see her alone," said the surgeon, "for when I endeavored to bring her to, and was sponging her face and head to discover her injuries, her color came off! She was a white woman--stained and disguised as a mulatto." For an instant Brant's heart sank.

It was Miss Faulkner.
"Did you recognize her ?" he said, glancing from the one to the other.
"Have you seen her here before ?" "No, sir," replied the aide-de-camp.

"But she seemed to be quite a superior woman--a lady, I should say." Brant breathed more freely.
"Where is she now ?" he asked.
"In the guardhouse.