"Any other papers?--of any kind?" No answer came, and he added sternly:
"It is quite useless to refuse. Give them to me."

He held out his hand, but his captive only looked him in the eyes; and
the answer, though spoken in an undertone, held a world of quiet
meaning:

"You can take it--_afterwards_."

The Federal officer bit his lip; and yet he could not, would not, be
denied. His request became demand, backed by authority and the right of
might, till Virgie broke in, in a piping voice of indignation:

"You can't have it! It's mine! My pass to Richmon'--from Gen'ral Lee."

Morrison turned slowly from the little rebel to the man.

"Is this true?" he asked.

The Southerner flushed, and for reply produced the rumpled paper from
his boot leg, and handed it over without a word. The Northerner read it
carefully.

"_Pass Virginia Cary and escort through all Confederate lines and
give safe-conduct wherever possible._

"R.E. LEE, _General_."

The reader crushed the paper in his fist, while his hand sank slowly to
his side, then he raised his head and asked, in a voice which was