"It was a low-down trick," said Wallace.
"I should say it was! I'm glad you tipped off the General to the kind of a pup he is."
"Why are you so set against him?" asked Al.
"Aw, I just don't like his looks," returned the bushwhacker. "Yeh kin see he's yellow, an' I sized him up fer a deserter when he got in such a sweat to pull out."
"What's your name?" asked Al, as the man stopped, evidently not intending to go as far as their prison with them.
The bushwhacker looked at him suspiciously.
"You needn't be afraid of me," Al insisted. "Perhaps we can do you a good turn sometime."
For a moment longer the other hesitated, then answered,
"My name's Bill Cotton," and, turning, he walked away.