noting the approach of the visitor, to whom a sergeant, rising from one of the groups, now came forward.
"I wish to see Captain Armisted," said the Governor.
The sergeant eyed him narrowly, saying nothing, pointed to the officer, and taking a rifle from one of the stacks, accompanied him.
"This man wants to see you, sir," said the sergeant, saluting. The officer rose.
It would have been a sharp eye that would have recognized him. His hair, which but a few months before had been brown, was streaked with gray. His face, tanned by exposure, was seamed as with age. A long livid scar across the forehead marked the stroke of a sabre; one cheek was drawn and puckered by the work of a bullet. Only a woman of the loyal North would have thought the man handsome.
"Armisted—Captain," said the Governor, extending his hand, "do you not know me?"
" I know you, sir, and I salute you—as the Governor of my State."
Lifting his right hand to the level of his eyes he threw it outward and downward. In
