matter that may not cleared up, with a little attention and management, within a week at furthest."
"Ah, General, you do not know—" he began.
"Yes, but I do know quite enough to warrant my confidence," interrupted the soldier, "don't I know that all your annoyance proceeds from the occasional appearance of a certain little man in a cap and great-coat, with a red vest and a bad face, who follows you about, and pops upon you at corners of lanes, and throws you into ague fits. Now, my dear fellow, I'll make it my business to catch this mischievous little mountebank, and either beat him to a jelly with my own hands, or have him whipped through the town, at the cart's-tail, before a month passes."
"If you knew what I knew," said Barton, with gloomy agitation, "you would speak very differently. Don't imagine that I am
