. General Nelson's scout. the major had receivedno serious injury. By request of the major the meeting was hastilyre-convened. There, in its privacy, he gave thetrue history of the attempted murder, as the guestsof the hotel thought it. The major expressed hisopinion that the boy was a spy. He was sure itwas the same boy he had met in the hotel atGeorgetown. You know, he said, that thelandlord at Georgetown found a hole drilled throughthe plastering of the room that this boy occupied,into the one which was occupied by me and inwhich we held a meeting. I tell you, the boy is afirst-class spy, a
. General Nelson's scout. the major had receivedno serious injury. By request of the major the meeting was hastilyre-convened. There, in its privacy, he gave thetrue history of the attempted murder, as the guestsof the hotel thought it. The major expressed hisopinion that the boy was a spy. He was sure itwas the same boy he had met in the hotel atGeorgetown. You know, he said, that thelandlord at Georgetown found a hole drilled throughthe plastering of the room that this boy occupied,into the one which was occupied by me and inwhich we held a meeting. I tell you, the boy is afirst-class spy, and I would not be surprised if hewas concealed somewhere in this room during themeeting. Impossible! impossible! cried several voices,but nevertheless a number of faces grew pale. There is no place he could hide in this room,except behind the sofa, and I looked there, saidMarshall. Are you sure you looked well? asked Mor-gan. Quite sure. Gentlemen, said the landlord, this room iskept locked. No one could have got into You here ! gasped the Major, and he made a grab for his collar. THE FOILING OF A PLOT. 131 All I know, said the major, I met himabout three paces from the door, just as I turnedthe corner. When I attempted to stop him, hesuddenly struck the blow and disappeared. If itwas not for his black hair, I should be more thanever convinced that the boy was Fred Shackel-ford. In league with the devil, probably, growledCaptain Conway. For if there was ever one ofhis imps on earth, it s that Shackelford him, I will be even with him yet. And so will I, replied the major, gently feel-ing of his swollen nose. Gentlemen, said John H. Morgan, this isno time for idle regrets. Whether that boy hasheard anything or not, we cannot tell. But fromwhat Major Hockoday has said, there is no doubtbut that he is a spy. His assault on the major andfleeing show that. So it behooves us to be care-ful. I have a trusty agent at Nicholasville, whokeeps me fully informed of all that t
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