"I'm not fooled a mite on thet 'ere stock.

I'll jest go to headquarters an' git things ready for her." He was right.

The prospect of doing an important service on a grand occasion was stimulus enough for Rachel's daring spirit, to make her undertake anything, and when Fortner returned in the afternoon he found her eager to set out upon the enterprise.
But as the evening came on with its depressing shadows and silence, she felt the natural reaction that follows taking an irrevocable step.

The loneliness of her unlighted room was peopled with ghostly memories of the horrors inflicted upon spies, and of tales she had heard of the merciless cruelty of the Rebels among whom she was going.

She had to hold her breath to keep from shrieking aloud at the terrors conjured up before her vision.