"How came you to see them both? Is one of them a prisoner?"
"No."
"You can not have been in both armies?"
"I have been."
"How did that happen?"
"How I go is a secret known only to myself, but I go wherever desire or duty call me, and armies, guards, and prisons, locked and bolted doors, are no impediment to me. I saw your sons, and they are well."
It had grown almost dark, yet the planter could see the eyes of his strange visitor gleam weirdly.
"Who are you?" he asked, the little superstition he had in his nature aroused.
"They call me Yellow Steve."
"Where do you live?"