"Spyin' isn't the business that any straightfor'rd man," the Deacon began to say in tones of cold disapproval, and then he bethought him of courtesy to the stranger, and changed hastily "that I'd like to do. It's entirely too resky." "O, it's jest as honorable as anything else. Pap," said Si, divining his father's thought. "All's fair in love and war. We couldn't git along without spies.