“Curt Remington!”
“Hal Morland!”
It was a strange meeting for old friends.
The scout was the first to recover his self-possession.
“I hoped you wouldn’t recognize me, Hal. But do your duty. It is a poor soldier who is afraid to die.”
“No—no! not that, Curt. My God, I did not dream of this. I have not forgot the debt that I owe you. How came you here?”
“I was caught as a spy. But see, the sun is setting. You jeopardize your own life by this delay. Once more I ask you to do your duty.”
Captain Morland made a few swift passes which were quickly answered by the other.
“That settles it,” he exclaimed with a lighter countenance. “There isn’t power enough in the South to compel me to do this deed.”
Turning to the wondering soldiers he said: