“We tracked him to the mountain, and this morning succeeded in effecting his capture, though I will say he is a good fighter.”
“You have done well, Captain Dermot, and nobly won the commission promised you for his capture.”
“Many thanks, General Johnston,” replied the elated officer bowing low. “And if I may be so bold I would recommend my friend, Sergeant Logan, as deserving of favor. We owe our success in a great measure to him.”
“I will remember your suggestion, major,” giving the other for the first time his new rank.
“So this is Cavalry Curt,” he continued, turning to the prisoner. “Ah, you hardly look like the reckless dare-devil you have been pictured; but from your present appearance I can see that you have been sorely driven. I suppose you realize your situation.”
“Better perhaps than you, general,” replied Curt, speaking for the first time, his cool, measured tone sending a thrill through the frames of his listeners.
“You are too brave a man to belong to the cause you have espoused,” continued the Confederate commander. “Let me give you a chance to see yonder sun set.”
“General Johnston,” said the scout, quickly, comprehending the other’s meaning, “I am brave enough to meet death but not brave enough to betray my country.”
“My faith, but I like your appearance much. You shall have a commission if——”
“Pardon me, general, but here is a dispatch for you and a courier awaits your pleasure.”