Judge Pennington looked grave. "Fred, are you telling the truth?"
"Yes, uncle."
"What did they fire on you for?"
"Oh, I side-tracked one of their trains."
The judge looked still graver. "Fred," said he, "you are engaging in dangerous business. Take care, or you will hang yet. I have heard of some of your doings. I had a visitor last night."
"What! not father, surely!"
"No, John H. Morgan."
"Then it was he I saw at Lebanon. I could hardly believe it."
"Why not, Fred?"
"Because—because—I thought—I thought he was in Lexington."