He was in civilian's dress, but he promptly showed a pass from General
Pope, and Dick volunteered to take him to headquarters, where he said
he wished to go.
Dick became conscious as they walked along that the man was examining
him minutely with those searching eyes of his which seemed to look one
through and through.
"You are Lieutenant Richard Mason," said the stranger presently, "and
you have a cousin, Harry Kenton, also a lieutenant, but in the army of
Stonewall Jackson."
Dick stared at him in amazement.
"Everything you say is true," he said, "but how did you know it?"
"It's my business to know. Knowledge is my sole pursuit in this great
war, and a most engrossing and dangerous task I find it. Yet, I would
not leave it. My name is Shepard, and I am a spy. You needn't shrink.
I'm not ashamed of my occupation. Why should I be? I don't kill.
I don't commit any violence. I'm a guide and educator. I and my kind
are the eyes of an army. We show the generals where the enemy is,
and we tell them his plans. An able and daring spy is worth more than
many a general.
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