“Well, we can make an effort. I will never forgive myself if I don’t do something for him.”
“Why should you care?” asked Bob listlessly. “He is not your brother.”
“No, Bob, he isn’t. But he is one of our officers, and I intend to help him get away. It would be an awful thing for him to die by the hand of his father.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Bob looking at her with a gleam of interest.
“I don’t know. I have been thinking all day and I don’t know,” said Jeanne. “But we must do something. I did not think that your father could be so cruel.”
“He is doing his duty,” said Bob with pale lips. “Poor dad! Jeanne, you think him hard-hearted, but I know that this will kill him. Poor, poor dad!”
“Then if he cares why does he condemn his son to death?” asked Jeanne in surprise.
“Because he came here as a spy, and dad could not overlook that fact even if he is his son. Dad must regard Frank as a Federal, Jeanne. He is bound to as a Confederate officer.”
“But you are not bound. Surely you are not going to let your brother die without trying to save him?”
“Dad will never forgive me,” said Bob weakly. “And yet I can’t let Frank die.”