The fellow does not belong to us." "Well, he wears your uniform," and she drew back indignantly, "even to having the buttons removed.

You must believe me, for I can prove it; I can take you to where he is." "Where ?" "Down cellar, in the place where you had the Confederate prisoners confined.

He--he is locked in there; I held the door against him, and dropped the bar." I looked at her in speechless wonder, a wonder not untinged by admiration and love.

She was standing now, erect, facing me, her cheeks reddening under my direct gaze.
"I am going to make you believe," she insisted.

"I will tell you how it happened, and then you shall take some men with you, and go down there, and bring the man up.