As Dick gazed intently, the face and figure of his antagonist shaped themselves more distinctly in the dim light.

He beheld before him a tall youth, extremely well built, fair of face, his brown hair slightly long.

He wore rain-soaked civilian's garb.
He saw that the youth was panting like himself, but it was not wholly the result of flight.

His face expressed savage anger and indignation.
"You dirty Yankee!" he said.
Dick started.

No one had ever before addressed him with such venom.
"If by Yankee you mean loyalty to the Union then I'm one," he said, "and I'm proud of it.