"Calhoun!"
"Fred!"
And the boys were in each other's arms.
"Cal, you don't know how glad I am to see you," exclaimed Fred.
"Bonds and all?" answered Calhoun, with a dash of his old spirits.
"No," said Fred; "like St. Paul, I will say 'except these bonds.' But Calhoun, I must have a good long talk with you in private."
"Not much privacy here, Fred," said Calhoun, looking around at the crowd that was staring at them.
Fred went to General Thomas and told him that his cousin was among the prisoners, and asked permission to take him to his quarters. The permission was readily given, and the boys had the day and night to themselves.
How they did talk, and how much they had to tell each other! First Fred had to tell Calhoun all about himself.
When he had finished Calhoun grasped his hand and exclaimed: "Fred, I am proud of you, if you are fighting with the Yanks. How I would like to ride by your side! But of all your adventures, the one with poor Robert Ferror touches me deepest. Poor fellow! he should have lived. He must have had a great deal of pure gold about him, notwithstanding his cowardly crime."