"Not to my personal knowledge, sir. I hunted him many times; but never while he wore a Federal uniform."
"And when you captured him?"
In reply, Morrison simply indicated Cary's tattered coat of gray.
"Ah! Then you did capture him?"
"Yes," came the quiet answer.
"And he was the escort mentioned in your pass."
"Yes," Morrison answered slowly.
"H'm," said the General. He rose and turned to Harris.
"I am afraid, my dear Harris, that in spite of fine spun distinctions and your legal technicalities, the findings of our court were not far wrong."
Dropping his handful of papers on the desk he caught Morrison's eye and rasped out his analysis of the case.