Cavalry Curt sent a swift glance upon the Confederate captain as he spoke, and a low groan escaped his lips.
The next instant he turned his face away as if watching the setting sun.
He had recognized his former friend but the discovery only seemed to make his fate harder to bear.
“I hope Hal won’t recognize me,” he thought. “It will only make his duty the more difficult to perform.”
Those who heard his groan attributed its utterance to a different cause than that which produced it.
“So your courage begins to fail you,” said one of those whose duty it was to remove him to the fated post. “Well it will soon be over. Will you be blindfolded?”
“No—yes.”
Cavalry Curt uttered the affirmative when the thought occurred to him that it would serve to hide his face.
But his voice had betrayed him.
Captain Morland turned his searching gaze upon him and their eyes met.