I hunted him many times; but never while he wore a Federal uniform." "And when you captured him ?" In reply, Morrison simply indicated Cary's tattered coat of gray.
"Ah! Then you _did_ capture him ?" "Yes," came the quiet answer.
"And he _was_ the escort mentioned in your pass." "Yes," Morrison answered slowly.
"H'm," said the General.

He rose and turned to Harris.
"I am afraid, my dear Harris, that in spite of fine spun distinctions and your legal technicalities, the findings of our court were not far wrong." Dropping his handful of papers on the desk he caught Morrison's eye and rasped out his analysis of the case.
"Captain Cary practically admits his guilt! _You_ were aware of it! And yet you send him through the very center of our lines! A _pass_! Carte blanche to learn the disposition of our forces--our weakness and our strength--and to make his report in Richmond.

He was an enemy--with a price on his head! And you trusted him! _A spy!_" As the General had been speaking the first few words of his contemptuous summing up Morrison saw where they would lead and his manhood instantly leaped up in reply.
"I trusted, not the spy, but _Herbert Cary_," he said with honest courage.

Then, as the General turned his back on him with a contemptuous snap of his fingers-- "General! I have offered no defense.

If the justice of court-martial law prescribes a firing squad--I find no fault.