“You have killed him! You have killed him!” moaned Mara, falling upon her knees beside him.
The Confederate chief looked amazed.
“Who fired that shot?” he inquired.
No one answered.
At that moment, too, a new actor appeared on the scene.
It was the scout, Boyd Wyman, who, wounded, had remained at her home while Mara had gone on her perilous mission to Dalton.
He moved with the greatest difficulty, but succeeded in reaching the doorway.
“What have you done?” he cried, sharply.
“It was a dastardly shot!” he went on as no one replied.
Mara was weeping bitterly.