Nettleton gazed at her an instant with a most singular expression, and then replied:
“Miss Long, never let suspicion cross that delicate bo— mind of yours, but like the true turtle-dove, put your trust in the uprighteousness of your future lord and master, what is to be hanged all on account of the first time you wrapped them delicate arms of yourn around my long neck.”
“William, what do you mean by being hanged?” asked the General.
Nettleton then went on to relate the agreement he had made with Price, to return, and undergo the punishment which was about to be inflicted upon him when that General interfered. He declared his intention of returning at once, as his “furlough” had run out, and as a “man of honor” he must return.
“And do you really intend to return?” asked the General.
“Of course I do!” replied William, with something of scorn and much of pride in his tones.
“William, think for a moment. You are now safe. You are with one who loves you, and with whom you can be happy. Why will you return?”
“General, don’t argue this point with me. I said I would come back, and darn me if I don’t!” Nettleton started, after having shook the hand of his friends.
“Stay a moment, Nettleton,” said the General. “I have a letter from General Price with regard to you.”
Nettleton paused and listened, as the commander, opening the envelope, read: