“You are a Yankee!” she exclaimed in confusion.
“Yes,” he answered frankly. “I am one of Sherman’s scouts.”
A shadow fell upon her fair countenance.
“We are rebels, here!” she faltered. “I have a brother in Johnston’s army.”
It was his turn to look dismayed.
“Pardon me, I could go no further. I——”
“Never mind; you seem like an honest man, though one of Abe Lincoln’s hirelings. You can rest here until you regain your strength.”
“Thank you. I will not stop long, for it would not be well for you to have them find me here.”
“They may not come this way. Do you know whose command it was?”
“It was led by Captain Dermot.”