"I surrender," he said, with amiable ease. I stepped back a pace and he drew out and straightened up--the tallest man I had ever seen. I laughed, he smiled, laughed; my eyes filled with tears, I blazed with rage, and in plain sight and hearing of those ladies he said, "That's all right, my son, get as scared as you like; only, you don't need to cry about it." "Hold your tongue!" I barked my wrath like a frightened puppy, drawing back a stride and laying my eye closer along the pistol. "If you call me your son again I'll send you to your fathers." His smile darkened. "I am your prisoner," he said, with a sudden splendid stateliness, and right then I guessed who he was. "Yess, sir, you are!" I retorted. "Move to that wagon! And if you take one step out of common time you'll never take another." The aunt and her nieces were standing in the carry-all, she majestic, they laughing and weeping in the one act. I waved them into their seats. "Halt!" We halted. "About face!" As the prisoner eyed me both of us listened. His equanimity was almost winsome, and I saw that friendliness was going to be his tactics. "Guess I'm the first Yankee y' ever caught, ain't I?" His smile was superior, but congratulatory. "You'll be the first prisoner I ever shot if you get any funnier!" We listened again. "They've gone the wrong way," I said, still savage. "No," he replied, "I came the wrong way." The ladies smiled; I glowered. "Take those horses by their heads and turn them to me!" An instant his superb eye resented, but then he pleasantly did my bidding. "Suits me well; rather chance it with you than with those I've just left." [Illustration: "I surrender," he said, with amiable ease.] "Easier to get away, you think?" I asked, with a worse frown than ever, as he stepped into the carry-all and took the lines. "No, not so easy; but those fellows are Arkansans, and they're in a bad humor with me." I took the hint and grew less ferocious. "While you," I said, "are Captain Jewett." "I am," was his reply, and my heart leaped for joy. We hurried away. My captive was the most daring Union scout between Vicksburg and New Orleans; these very Harpers knew that. The thing unknown to us was that already his fate was entangled with Ned Ferry's and Charlotte Oliver's, as yet more it would be, with theirs and ours, in days close at hand. XI CAPTAIN JEWETT Once more we were in the by-road which had brought us westward parallel with the highway. The prisoner drove. Aunt Martha sat beside him, slim, dark, black-eyed, stately, her silver-gray hair rolled high a la Pompadour. With a magnanimity rare in those bitter days she incited him to talk, first of New Orleans, where he had spent a month in camp on one of the public squares, and then of his far northern home, and of loved ones there, mother, wife and child. The nieces, too, gave a generous attention. Only I, riding beside the hind wheels, held solemnly aloof.