Tossed about as I was the fellow's coolness angered me.
"Pull up," I said; "do you think I'm playing with you ?" He drew in on the reins, letting the whip drop between his feet, and the pony slowed down to a walk, and finally stopped.

I could catch merely a glimpse of the man's profile beneath the broad brim of the hat, but his coolness and silence aroused my suspicions.
"No tricks now," I threatened.

"If you value your life do exactly as I say." "Who are you ?" It was a rich contralto voice, that of a boy rather than a man, the slight blur of the South distinguishable even in those few words.
"Only a Yankee, son," I replied, satisfied I held the upper hand, and clambering in over the back of the seat.

He shrank back from contact with me farther into the corner, but there was nothing in the slight movement to cause alarm.

I laughed softly.
"Don't exactly admire my color of uniform, do you ?" I asked easily.
"Well, I can't help that, and you'll not find me such a bad fellow if you act right.