"I don't mean to impeach Melville's courage," said Belfort, hastily. "I spoke merely of the singularity of these events." Our little party was broken up presently by orders from Sir William which gave us all work to do. It seemed that he was seized with another spasm of energy, and he resumed the search of the city for both Wildfoot and Alloway. He was not at all sure that Wildfoot had succeeded in joining the rebels who made the attack the night before, and fancied he might still be hidden in the city. So there was a great hunt for him, and my part of it was of an exceedingly unpleasant nature. I was to go to the Desmond house, search it again, and address various penetrating interrogations to the owner thereof. I acquitted myself in the best style of which I was capable. I found both John Desmond and his daughter in the house, and, much to my surprise, he answered all my questions quite readily and politely. I thought that his courtesy was due, perhaps, to the presence of his daughter at his elbow, but both search and examination, as before, revealed nothing. As I was returning to Sir William's quarters to report the fruitless task, I met Waters. I would have passed him without notice, but he said,-- "I take it that it was again a fruitless search at Mr. Desmond's house, was it not, sir?" This savored most strongly of impertinence in one of his rank, and I felt anger. I disliked his incessant watch of Marcel and me, and in spite of my belief that he either knew or suspected us, caution was swallowed up in wrath. "Waters," I said, "your question was impertinent and your tone insolent." He did not apologize as he had done before, but held up his head and his bold eyes looked steadily into mine. "All the city, sir, is talking of this Wildfoot, and every loyal man wants him captured. The wish is as strong among us of a lower rank as it is among those of a higher." I thought that I saw a peculiar significance in his words, and I would have given much to keep down the flush that reddened my face. "What do you mean to intimate, Waters?" I asked. "Nothing," he replied. "You are pleased, sir, to dislike me, although I do not know why, and to become angry because I ask you about the search of Mr. Desmond's house, a task which I felt sure was most unwelcome to you." His eyes did not flinch as he said these bold words, and manner and words alike confirmed my long felt fear that he knew me to be an impostor. I hesitated a little, uncertain what course to take, and then, turning scornfully from him, marched on with my men. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN--_Great News_ As neither Marcel nor I was assigned to any duty for the remainder of the day, we thought to while away a portion of the time by strolling about Philadelphia. "We need not make spies of ourselves," said Marcel; "but I know no military law against the gratification of our own personal curiosity."