I've got a character of my own.

I don't need any one to give me a character," retorted Hippy.
"Who is the feller that come inter these mountains with ye, and then quit ye in such a hurry ?" demanded another.
"His name is Tom Gray.

He is the husband of Grace Harlowe Gray, who leads our party of Riders.

He has gone over to the Cumberlands on business." "Whut business ?" "He is to make a survey for the government." Lieutenant Wingate had let slip something that he should not have done.
He saw instantly from the exclamations that the mountaineers uttered under their breaths, that he had "said something," as he expressed it to himself.
"So that's it, hey! Be ye-all workin' fer the gov'ment, too ?" demanded a voice.
"I am not, nor have I been since I fought in France.

Is there anything else that you ruffians wish to have me tell you ?" demanded Hippy belligerently.
"Where be the other feller headed for fust ?" "I don't know where he is headed for now," answered the captive, becoming wary.
"Reckon we'd better look that gov'ment feller up right smart," said one of the captors in a low tone.