on a special train to examine them."

"Do you know who this officer is?"

"Captain Lloyd, of the Secret Service. In there, ladies." He opened the
door of the empty waiting room, and with flashing eyes and heightened
color Miss Metoaca and Nancy disappeared inside the door. Goddard
started to follow them, but the lieutenant laid a detaining hand on his
arm as he closed the door. "Will you come with me, Major. I have orders
not to allow you to hold communication with the ladies."

Goddard stopped as if shot and glared at the embarrassed officer. The
silent passenger, who had carefully remained in the background during
the scene in the car, was following the two men, intent on listening to
their conversation, and he bumped into Goddard when he stopped so
abruptly. Goddard instantly turned and collared him.

"What the devil!" giving vent to his rage. "Why, Symonds," releasing
the Secret Service agent. "What brings you here?"

"Captain Lloyd's orders, sir," and Symonds saluted respectfully.

CHAPTER X

THE FORTUNES OF WAR

It was dreary waiting in the stuffy room. Miss Metoaca, who had
resigned herself to the inevitable after her recent explosion, was busy
knitting a talma, a round cape which, like Penelope's web, seemed to
the uninitiated to have no beginning and no end. She always carried it
with her in a voluminous pocket as she hated to be idle. Nancy, busy
with her own thoughts, sat gazing abstractedly at the dingy wall. The
tread of the sentries could be distinctly heard as they tramped back
and forth before the windows and door. The sergeant and Symonds sat by
the entrance, watching their prisoners closely. The piercing shriek of
a locomotive broke the stillness, and soon with a grinding of brakes
the special train came to a standstill in front of the depot. Symonds
and Lieutenant Field, of the Provost Guard, met Lloyd as he jumped to
the platform.

"Miss Newton and her niece are in the waiting room, Captain Lloyd,"
reported the lieutenant, "under guard. Their luggage is in the station
master's room awaiting your inspection."

"Good!" Lloyd's tone of satisfaction made Goddard's blood boil. Lloyd
turned to his silent friend, and held out his hand. "How are you, Bob?"

Goddard ignored the outstretched hand and the cordial greeting.

"What do you mean by this high-handed outrage, Captain Lloyd?" he
demanded bitterly.

Lloyd's eyes flashed. "Do not stretch my friendship too far, Bob. Your
apparent