had a sinister sound to Halsey. "We don't know nothing about prisoners of war, I reckon," said one of the men in the familiar mountaineer drawl. "But you are our prisoner, young fellow."
"That is all right," returned Halsey. "I have been taken prisoner before. What are you going to do with me."
"Well," said the other mountaineer, "you won't ever be taken prisoner again. We are going to string you up, young fellow, to this here limb overhead, right here in front of your Uncle's house. You've made the Confederacy trouble enough. I reckon me and Bill will be in for promotion when we have finished this job."
"You can't hang me, I am not a spy. I have on my regulation uniform."
"We can't, can't we? We'll see. I reckon you'll think different in about two minutes."
"I demand my right to be tried by court martial," insisted Halsey, seeing that his plight was desperate.
"You can keep right on demanding,
