"Who kept the general store there?"
"Hezekiah Butterworth, from Maine."
"Did you know him?"
"Rather. We were chums. He and I left Jonesboro' together to join the army."
"Is this man he?"
Rose pointed to where Jake Johnson sat at his feet, cowering, covering his face with his hands. Other hands not too gently snatched Jake's hands from his face. Hamilton looked at him.
"He's no more Hezekiah Butterworth than he's General Grant."
By this time the whole prison community was crowded about Colonel Rose. The latter called again:
"Mr. Strong."