An orderly was presenting a paper to Col. Sofield as I finished speaking, and another officer, who had come up but a short time previous and was standing near, in company with the others, answered: "This is General Dare's division, but General Senhouse is in command at present. Over on the left there is the ---- Regiment, ---- Brigade; others are further on. If you will give the names of your friends, and they are here, they can be sent for." "Captain DeLacy is with General Dare. If I could see him, he would assure you that I am just who I represent myself. He is a very intimate friend of the family," I said, turning again to my first interlocuter. "Impossible," he replied, "Captain DeLacy has just started to inspect a position several miles from here. There is no telling when he will be back." "Beg pardon, Colonel, but Captain DeLacy has not got off yet. He passed us on the way over here, and I saw him go in Colonel Lounsbery's tent a few minutes ago," spoke up another officer. "There he comes now," he added, as a tall figure came out of a tent near by. Affairs progressed rapidly in the next few minutes. In less time than I could write it, Captain DeLacy had been called over to identify me; had done it, even to the satisfaction of the obdurate Colonel, and beard the story of my detention, and my anxious request that I might go on at once. Captain DeLacy asked and received permission to take me into a neighboring tent, where I could wait, freed from the gaze of those who had gathered around to see what was going on, until he could procure the passes necessary to insure my safe conduct through their lines. Colonel Sofield, whose good manners had increased in proportion to the strengthening of his convictions that I was not a spy, told him to take me into General Dare's tent, as it was the nearest one unoccupied, then to return to him for passes. A moment later I was alone with the only man of them all who could penetrate my disguise. His first words assured me that he had not heard from Salome lately enough to imperil my statements. And his hurried whispers of love and devotion, together with his grave concern at my having undertaken a journey through that section at so dangerous a time, proved that he accepted me in perfect good faith. Even at that desperate moment, at the touch of the Captain's lips I was filled with an unholy glee. Fortunately, he had little time to play the lover. Love and war are an ill-matched couple, and except that both set at naught all interfering laws, they have nothing in common. The latter never relaxes the grasp of a master and exacts that all who serve him shall fulfill their duty to the utmost, without delay or flinching, although by so doing all pleasures, affections, ties of kindred and life itself are yielded up.