From that time Calhoun gained slowly, but surely. When he became strong enough to bear it, Joyce told him all that had happened. He could scarcely realize that over a month had passed since he had been wounded.
“Then that stand of mine did not save Morgan,” said Calhoun, sorrowfully.
“No, he was taken a few hours afterwards,” answered Joyce. “He and his officers are now in the penitentiary at Columbus.”
Calhoun could hardly believe what he heard. “Then we are to be treated as felons, are we?” he asked, bitterly.
“They are afraid he might escape from a military [pg 272]prison,” replied Joyce. “But the people are very bitter against him. Some are clamoring that he be tried and executed.”
“They will not dare do that,” exclaimed Calhoun, excitedly.
“No, I do not think there is any danger that way,” replied Joyce; “but they want to keep him safe.”
“Well they may, but Morgan will yet make them trouble. No prison will hold him long.”
“There, there, don’t let us talk about it any more,” said Joyce; “it will worry you back into a fever.”
“You have saved my life,” said Calhoun, fervently. “How can I ever repay you for what you have done?”