The young officer drew himself up.  “That’s enough of this,” he ordered.  “A plan has been lost here on this reservation, a valuable plan, a drawing of—­well, a drawing that has to do with the laying out of this camp and which might be of value to the enemy if he could get it.  It was on my table in the office less than an hour ago.  Now it is missing.  What we are asking you is whether or not you have seen anything of it.  Have you?”

Jed shook his head.  “I don’t think I have,” he replied.

“You don’t think?  Don’t you know?  What is the matter with you?  Is it impossible for you to answer yes or no to a question?”

“Um—­why, yes, I cal’late ’tis—­to some questions.”

“Well, by George!  You’re fresh enough.”

“Now—­now, if you please, I wasn’t intendin’ to be fresh.  I just—­”

“Well, you are.  Who is this fellow?  How does he happen to be here?  Does any one know?”

Jed’s first interrogator, the big workman, being the only one present beside the speaker and the object of the question, took it upon himself to answer.

“I don’t know who he is,” he said.  “And he won’t tell why he’s here.  Looks mighty suspicious to me.  Shouldn’t wonder if he was a German spy.  They’re all around everywheres, so the papers say.”

This speech had a curious effect.  The stoop in the Winslow shoulders disappeared.  Jed’s tall form straightened.  When he spoke it was in a tone even more quiet and deliberate than usual, but there could be no shadow of a doubt that he meant what he said.

“Excuse me, Mister,” he drawled, “but there’s one or two names that just now I can’t allow anybody to call me.  ‘German’ is one and ‘spy’ is another.  And you put ’em both together.  I guess likely you was only foolin’, wasn’t you?”

The workman looked surprised.  Then he laughed.  “Shall I call a guard, sir?” he asked, addressing the lieutenant.  “Better have him searched, I should say.  Nine chances to one he’s got the plan in his pocket.”

The officer—­he was very young—­hesitated.  Jed, who had not taken his eyes from the face of the man who had called him a German spy, spoke again.

“You haven’t answered me yet,” he drawled.  “You was only foolin’ when you said that, wasn’t you?”

The lieutenant, who may have felt that he had suddenly become a negligible factor in the situation, essayed to take command of it.

“Shut up,” he ordered, addressing Winslow.  Then to the other, “Yes, call a guard.  We’ll see if we can’t get a straight answer from this fellow.  Hurry up.”

The workman turned to obey.  But, to his surprise, his path was blocked by Jed, who quietly stepped in front of him.

“I guess likely, if you wasn’t foolin’, you’d better take back what you called me,” said Jed.

They looked at each other.  The workman was tall and strong, but Jed, now that he was standing erect, was a little taller.  His hands, which hung at his sides, were big and his arms long.  And in his mild blue eye there was a look of unshakable determination.  The workman saw that look and stood still.