His clothes were soiled and stained, and his face was covered with ragged beard.

The eyes were full of venom and malice.
"Good day, Colonel Woodville," he said, "but I feel that I must bring the matter up again.

As a scout and leader of irregulars for the Confederacy.

I must be active in order to cope with the enemy's own scouts and spies.

I shall return early to-morrow morning." Colonel Woodville waved his hand and Slade, bowing, withdrew.
"Why was he so persistent, Uncle Charles ?" asked Victor.