Wanted to see the fight, I suppose.

He was a dashing fellow, a West Pointer,--and a Southerner, too,--a Virginian." "A Southerner!" echoed Brant quickly.
"Yes, sir." "Search him again," said Brant quietly.

He had recovered his usual coolness, and as the captain again examined the body, he took out his tablets and wrote a few lines.

It was an order to search the quarters of Lieutenant Wainwright and bring all papers, letters, and documents to him.

He then beckoned one of the detail towards him.