Rolf opened his coat and showed his scout badge.
"Why not talk now if you have any news -- come in side." So the
two went to the inner room. "Who is this?" asked Rolf cautiously
as the landlord came in.
"He's all right. This is Titus Flack, the landlord."
"How am I to know that?"
"Haven't you heard him called by name all day?" said the captain.
Flack smiled, went out and returned with his license to sell
liquor, and his commission as a magistrate of New York State. The
latter bore his own signature. He took a pen and reproduced it.
Now the captain threw back his overcoat and stood in the full
uniform of an army officer. He opened his satchel and took out a
paper, but Rolf caught sight of another packet addressed to
General Hampton. The small one was merely a map. "I think that
packet in there is meant for me," remarked Rolf.
"We haven't seen your credentials yet," said the officer. "I have
them two miles back there," and Rolf pointed to the woods.
"Let's go," said the captain and they arose. Kittering had a way
of inspiring confidence, but in the short, silent ride of two
miles the captain began to have his doubts.
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