"No, I didn't see him, for I was a milkin' when they rid by, but the gals all seed him; they said he was a savage lookin' feller."
"Pretty hard case," I remarked.
"Yes, the gals sed he had a real "hang-dog" face."
"How did he behave himself?" I asked, for I now remembered the place perfectly well; and also of having seen a couple of buxom girls standing in the door, who enjoyed my fallen condition hugely, and laughed at my being tied on the horse.
"Why, the gals said he was a sassin' of our men as far as they could hear him; and the gals said ef they had a been in our men's place, they wouldn't a took it, for he was as black as any nigger."
"Did the Yanks ever find out that Terry had him captured?"
"Oh, la, yes; and they sent a power of their men thar, and took off nigh about everything the old man had."
"What did our men do with the Yank?" I asked.
"Why, we did hear," said the garrulous old woman, "that our men took him off down to Chattanooga and hung him; and then we heard again he had got away from our folks; ever since Terry heard that, he's been mighty oneasy, for the Yankee soldiers that took his truck away, said our men couldn't keep him, and if ever he got back, he would be jest as sure to kill Terry as ever he set eyes on him again."
"Well, I reckon the old man would rather he hadn't have had anything to do with it, in that case," said I.