“Why do you wish to know?”

“Because I desire to consult him concerning certain matters.”

“What matters?”

“Matters which do not concern you!” I snapped out.

“Are you sure of that, pretty boy?”

“Am I sure?” I repeated, furious. “What do you mean? Will you answer an honest question or not?”

“Why do you desire to see this Sagamore?” she repeated so obstinately that I fairly clenched my teeth.

“Answer me,” I said. “Or had you rather I fetched a file of men up here?”

“Fetch a regiment, and I shall tell you nothing unless I choose.”