“I tell you, boy, you had better come here if you know when you are well off!” she called, in a threatening voice, “Oh, I know you!” Calhoun saw that he was discovered, and that his best way was to try to make peace with her. “What do yer want?” he growled, as he walked toward her. “I hev nuthin’ to sell; all sold out.” “Well, I never!” said the girl as Calhoun came up. “Do you think I don’t know you, Cal Pennington? A pretty figure you cut in those old clothes, and with that basket. What in the world are you doing here?” “Hush, Jennie, not so loud. If discovered, I might be hanged,” said Calhoun, in a low voice. “Yankees don’t hang traitors; they ought to,” replied the girl, with a toss of her head. “But don’t you see I am in disguise? I might be taken as a spy.” “What are you but one? I ought to inform on you at once.” “Jennie, you wouldn’t do that. I am only here to see father and mother. I had to come in disguise, or I might be taken prisoner by the Yankees.” “And you are not here to spy? You know there are many rumors afloat?” asked the girl. “Just here to visit father and mother. Can you blame me, Jennie?” As Calhoun said this his heart smote him, for while it was true he was in Danville for the purpose of visiting his parents, his mission to Kentucky was for an entirely different object. “Now, Jennie, you won’t tell on me, will you?” he continued, in a coaxing tone. “No, if you behave yourself; but don’t let me hear of any of your capers,” answered the girl. “You won’t, Jennie. Good-bye. I may be able to do you a good turn one of these days.” Jennie stood looking after him until he disappeared, then shaking her head, she went into the house, saying: “I couldn’t inform on him, if he is a Rebel.” The next few days were busy ones for Calhoun. He visited Nicholasville, Lexington, Harrodsburg; had interviews with a large number of prominent Secessionists; found out, as near as possible, the number of Federal troops garrisoning the different towns; in fact, gathered information of the utmost value to Morgan if he should ever raid Kentucky. But all these things could not be done without rumors reaching the Federal authorities. It was known that the Southern element was extremely active; that recruiting for the Confederate army was going on; and at last, the name of Calhoun Pennington was mentioned. Some one who knew him well declared that he had seen him, and it was common report he was back recruiting for Morgan’s command. The Federal commander at Danville was ordered to keep a close watch on the house of Judge Pennington to see if it was not visited by his son. It was on the evening of May 2d, and Calhoun was in Lexington when he was startled by hearing the news-boys crying, “Pulaski, Tennessee, captured by John Morgan!” “He is headed north, closely pursued by the Federal forces!”