"
"Why you come to me? I nothing to do with other side."
"You can help him, you know that, and you must; or we will bundle you
out of this and send you back to Constantinople."
The provost-marshal's manner was not to be mistaken.
"What can I do, sare?"
"Find out some one who can pass through the lines and bring or send
him to my friend."
"Who is this gentleman?"
"He is one of Lord Raglan's staff; his name is Mr. McKay."
A close observer would have seen that the baker started slightly at
the name and that he bent an eager, inquisitive look upon McKay.
"Will the gentleman give promise to do no harm to me or my people?"
"So long as you behave properly,--yes."
"I think I know some one, then."
"Produce him at once."
"He not here to-day; out selling bread. Where he find you, sare,
to-morrow, or any time he have anything to tell?"
"Let him come to the headquarters and ask for my tent," said McKay.
"There is my name on a piece of paper; if he shows that to the sentry
they will let him through."
"Very good, sare; you wait and see."
"No humbug, mind, Joe; or I'll be down on you!" added the
provost-marshal. "Is that all you want, McKay?"
Our hero expressed himself quite satisfied, and, with many thanks to
the provost-marshal, he remounted and rode away.
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