“Yes, yes, I know that is the name on the letters that were found in your possession, but I’d like to know what your name was before you became a spy.” If he expected to catch his man unaware, he was disappointed for Baker, looking at him with assumed dignity, said: “I am no spy.” The General arose from his chair and paced up and down the room several times. Presently he halted and pointing out of the window said: “Do you see that tree?” “I do.” “Well, I half believe that you are a spy and if I was sure of it I would hang you on that tree as a warning to all other spies.” Baker looked at him reproachfully and not without a secret feeling of fear. The General called to one of his attendants. “Orderly,” he commanded, “take this man out and put him in the guard house.” Five minutes later the adventurer found himself inside of a log house within a stockade. The discreet use of one of his gold pieces secured him a warm breakfast and later in the day he was permitted to go outside in the care of a guard. The two men were soon on good terms and the guard did not disdain the offer of a drink with his prisoner. Before they returned, Baker had the satisfaction of seeing all the troops in the vicinity of Manassas Junction—including the famous Black Horse Cavalry concerning which General Scott was anxious to obtain information. The volunteer spy now had important information which would be of great value to General Scott, but he had no means of conveying it to the Union Commander. Indeed, he was kept under lock and key with no means to communicate with the outside world. Perhaps his guards repented having given him so much liberty. If so they did not propose to repeat the mistake. During the long watches of the night he had time to think over his position, and to consider his plans for the future. As a result of this he abandoned all thought of trying to escape—at least at that stage of the adventure. His one desire was to reach Richmond, and thus carry out his original design. But if he were kept confined there would not be much prospect of reaching the Confederate capital. Curiously enough, the thought of being shot as a spy did not enter his thoughts at that time. He was so much engrossed in his mission that he did not think of the risk he was running. All during that night his one thought was: How shall I get to Richmond? Just before daylight the answer came in the most abrupt and unexpected manner. One of his guards aroused him, shouting: “Hey there, wake up and get ready for a journey! You’ve got to go to Richmond and give an account of yourself to Jeff Davis!”