“No, I have tried that.”
“Ah!—recently?”
“Yes.”
“By what means—who was your agent?”
“Swartz.”
Darke waited, listening.
“He has three times waylaid him behind the rebel lines, and fired on him as he was riding at night through the woods,” added the woman.
“Bah!” said Darke; “Swartz told you that?”
“He has done so.”
“Hatred blinds you; I do not believe that story. But I design nothing of that description against Colonel Mohun. I will fight him wherever I meet him in battle—kill him, if I can—but no assassination.”