arn; and both entered that structure.

"Now I reckon we'll hear something worth listening to," said Life Knox.
"Come on, Artie." He turned to an infantryman standing by. "Send your
captain after us without delay."

There was, however, no need to send for Captain Fordick, for he was
already coming to join them. Borrowing a pistol to take the place of the
gun, Artie led the way, and the other two came after. Soon they were by
the side of the barn, and in a position to overhear all that was being
said by those inside.

"It's queer I missed you, Rose," Gossley was saying. "I don't understand
it."

"I had to be careful not to excite suspicion, Gossley, and it was some
time before I could get away. But I've got the information for you, and
if you want to do General Bragg any good you had best make off with it
without delay."

"Well, what is the information?"

"Here it is,--on a map I prepared last night. Here is the territory with
the names of the troops stationed at different points. The attack on the
centre and left is only a ruse, and the main attack will be on Bragg's
right, which the Union army will try to turn. Once the turn is made,
Rosecrans intends to push on with all speed until Tullahoma is reached."

"He'll never get there," muttered Major Gossley. "We'll fight them on
the right for all they are worth, and beat them back; see if we don't.
Lieutenant, have a drink," and he pulled a whiskey-flask from his
pocket. Both men drank a large portion of the fiery liquor, and the
Confederate spy returned the flask to his pocket. The map was stowed
away, inside of the major's boot.

"The leather is split in two," he explained to his companion. "Even if
the boot was pulled off they wouldn't discover the map."

"You are better prepared than Major Andre," laughed his companion.
"Well, I must be getting back. Good-by, and good luck to you, Major
Gossley."

"The same to you, Lieutenant Blevlich; and you can rest assured General
Bragg won't forget your service."

The two shook hands and prepared to leave the barn. But Captain Fordick
had sent out a signal, and a score of infantrymen on their horses
surrounded the building.

"Surrender!" was the command of the mounted infantry's captain.
"Surrender, or we will fire upon you!"

"Trapped!" yelled Gossley, in consternation, and his bronzed face grew
pale. His companion for the moment said nothing.

"Do you surrender, or not?" demanded Captain Fordick.

"Who are you