“To Columbus.”
“That is a poor place to go to keep out of the hands of Lincoln’s minions,” answered the man.
“I am not afraid,” said Calhoun. “What I want to know is where I can find friends in Columbus whom I can trust—true, firm friends of the South.”
“My name is Pettis,” replied the man. “I reside in Columbus. Once let me be satisfied as to who you are and what you are wearing that uniform for and I may be able to help you.”
“That is easily answered,” said Calhoun; “but first I must be fully satisfied as to you. Let me prove you, my brother.”
Calhoun found that Mr. Pettis was high up in the order, and was violent in his hatred of the Lincoln government. He could be trusted.
“I am not a Federal soldier,” said Calhoun after he had fully tested him. “I am wearing this uniform as a disguise. I am a Confederate officer.”
“What! escaped from Johnson’s Island?” asked Mr. Pettis, in astonishment.
“No, I am one of Morgan’s officers.”
Mr. Pettis nearly jumped off the seat in surprise.