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"Captain Lloyd," Miss Metoaca leaned forward with the inborn breeding inherited from generations of gentle blood, "you appear to have no way of reaching Winchester except by foot. May I offer you the fourth seat in this wagon?" Lloyd colored as he raised his hat. "Thank you, madam." He caught Nancy's mocking smile, and murmured: "Is it to be an armed truce?"
What kills the skunk is the publicity it gives itself. What a skunk wants to do is to keep snug under the barn in the daytime when men are around with shotguns." "Is Sam working for you now?" inquired Mrs. Arnold, after a slight pause. "Sam!" echoed Miss Metoaca, her surprise causing her to raise her voice. Seeing Mrs.
"Senator," Miss Metoaca lowered her voice until she almost whispered, "Major Goddard and Nancy were thrown together day after day while we were in Winchester. We both felt so sorry for him, and Nancy used to talk or read to him continually during his convalescence. I watched them both, and it gradually dawned on me that the major worshipped the ground Nancy walked on.
"Of all the miserable inventions," groaned Miss Metoaca, glancing with indignation at the ankle-deep mud that lay between her and the car track. "Why don't they fix it so it can come over here and take in its passengers? What does anyone want with a stationary track way off yonder? Nancy, keep that dratted dog from under my skirts," indignantly, as her hoop tilted at a dangerous angle.
Feverishly Miss Metoaca went through the remaining drawers. Apparently nothing had been removed. Just as she was drawing a long breath of relief, her hand touched a note book concealed under a mass of papers at the back of the bottom drawer. Pulling it out, Miss Metoaca found that the book was one used by Nancy to keep the marketing accounts and other memoranda.
The hopeless misery of her voice was not noticed by Gurley, who had dropped on his knees beside Goddard. "This light may help you." Miss Metoaca reappeared on the scene with a candle in her hand. "The daylight is too dim in these woods to tell what is the matter with the major, so I went to get this candle out of my bag. Why, John, where did you drop from?"
Then we will leave at once; for we must get back inside our lines as quickly as possible. Mosby will hear of this skirmish, and may send a superior force after us. By the way, Miss Metoaca, did you ride or drive from Stevenson's Depot?" "Drove in an open two-seated wagon." "In that case I will put Major Goddard in the wagon with you. And you, Captain Lloyd?"
Quickly the stimulant took effect, and his eyelids fluttered faintly. "He will come round all right," said Gurley, much relieved. "How soon can you and Nancy be ready to start for Winchester, Miss Metoaca?" "We are ready now," was the prompt reply, "for we did not undress or unpack our bags last night." "Good.
"On the third floor, back." "Wasn't it unusual to send her upstairs instead of having her wait in the parlor?" "No, indeed. She and Miss Cary are very intimate, and they often spend the day together, either at my house or at Miss Metoaca Newton's." "Did the accused have a bundle with her?" "She did." "Was it a bottle?" eagerly. The court and spectators leaned forward to catch the reply.
Miss Metoaca considered for a moment. Nancy had confided her suspicions in regard to Mrs. Bennett to her aunt in February. Should she receive her now? She had called repeatedly since Nancy's arrest, but Miss Metoaca had always excused herself. This time she was inside the house, perhaps already spying around. Miss Metoaca came to a sudden resolution.
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