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"Come, Miss Newton, evasion will not help you," said Lloyd impatiently, paying no attention to Miss Metoaca's remark. "I know you are a rebel spy..." "Do you know the meaning of the word 'spy'?" inquired Nancy hotly. "Perfectly," briefly. "I have wasted quite enough time. Give me that despatch!" "What despatch?" Lloyd lost all patience.
Miss Metoaca's face was a study. "If they give you any trouble I will send in a guard to assist you," and with this parting threat he walked out of the room and banged the door to behind him. "Don't you lay a finger on me," ordered Miss Metoaca belligerently. "If you do I will box your ears!" "What good would that do you?" asked Miss Watt practically.
"Quinine," answered the woman curtly. But her search was not rewarded, and she threw the useless pincushion on the floor. Without a word Nancy let down her hair. It fell in profusion over her shoulders and down her back. Quickly the detective ran her fingers over the girl's head. Without further ado Miss Watt did the same with Miss Metoaca's scant gray locks.
"I guess you would rather have me than one of the men undress you. Do be reasonable." "Yes, Aunt Metoaca, let us get it over and done with." Nancy's face was white, and she looked with frightened eyes at the two women. "President Lincoln shall hear of this outrage." "He shall!" Miss Metoaca's tone spoke volumes as she reluctantly began undressing.
There really is no prospect of our leaving winter quarters until later on." "In that case I will ask Aunt Metoaca's permission to go." "I expect to return day after to-morrow, Miss Newton; it would give me great pleasure to escort you to Winchester if you can arrange to go as soon as that." "I will talk it over with Aunt Metoaca," was Nancy's non-committal reply, and Goddard's face fell.
"Of course, Miss Newton," exclaimed Tucker, springing to his feet. "You and your niece are at liberty to walk about the camp, provided you do not approach the picket line." "Thanks," Miss Metoaca's tone was dry. "Coming, Nancy? Good night, gentlemen," and she stalked to her temporary shelter with as much dignity as the uneven ground permitted.
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