“For what purpose, sir?” the officer asked.
Phil resorted to a ruse, knowing the Commandant to be unaware of any difference of opinion between him and his father.
“I hold a commission to obtain a confession from the prisoner which may save his life by destroying the Ku Klux Klan.”
He was admitted at once and the guard ordered to withdraw until the interview ended.
Phil took Ben Cameron’s place, exchanging hat and coat, and wrote a note to his father, telling in detail the truth, and asked for his immediate interference.
“Deliver that, and I’ll be out of here in two hours,” he said, as he placed the note in Ben’s hand.
“I’ll go straight to the house,” was the quick reply.
The exchange of the Southerner’s slouch hat and Prince Albert for Phil’s derby and short coat completely fooled the guard in the dim light. The men were as much alike as twins except the shade of difference in the colour of their hair. He passed the sentinel without a challenge, and walked rapidly toward Stoneman’s house.
On the way he was astonished to meet five hundred soldiers just arrived on a special from Spartanburg. Amazed at the unexpected movement, he turned and followed them back to the jail.
They halted in front of the building he had just vacated, and their commander handed an official document to the officer in charge. The guard was changed and a cordon of soldiers encircled the prison.