Copyright by IRVING BACHELLER CHAPTER XXVill—Continued. Ge doubt, a deliberate lle calculated to inspire frankness In a possible Tory, That was the moment for Andre to have produced his pass. ports, which would have opened the road for him. Instead he committed a fatal error, the llke of which It would be hard to find in all the rec- ords of human action, “I am a British officer,” he de- .¢lared. “Please take me to your post.” They were keen-minded men who quickly surrounded him. A British officer! Why was he In the dress of a Yankee farmer? The pass could not save him now from these rough, strong handed fellows, The dle was cast. They demanded the right of search. He saw his error and