"I took this man--hunted--wounded--fighting to reach the side of a hungry child. I captured him and, by the rules of war, I was about to have him shot. Then he asked me to get his little girl safely to Richmond, and not to let her know--about him." "And she believed in _me_. _Trusted_ me--even as I trusted Herbert Cary to pierce the very center of your lines--as a father--not a spy!" From behind the unyielding back came a statement of fact, firm and pitiless. "And it cost you your sword--your life." Morrison centered his eyes on the back of the General's head and sent his answer home with all the power of his voice and spirit. "_And I have no regret_" he said. "In the duty of a military servant--I have failed. But my prisoner still lives! I could _not_ accept the confidence of his child--the trust of innocence--a baby's kiss--with the blood of her father on my hands!" He dropped his hands and half turned away. The General turned, a little at a time--first his head and then his shoulders. "A very pretty sentiment," he remarked dryly. "But you seem to forget that we are not making love but _war_." With a supreme burst of anger at his helplessness before the brute forces which would presently send him forth to the firing squad, Morrison wheeled on his commanding general and flared forth with his last reply. "Yes, _war_! And the hellish laws that govern it. But there is another law--_Humanity_! Through a trooper in my command the home of an enemy was turned to ashes--his loved ones flung out to starve. When a helpless tot had lost its mother and a father would protect it, then _war_ demands that I smash a baby's one last hope--in the name of the Stars and Stripes. And then--to march back home, to a happy, triumphant North--and meet _my_ baby--with the memory of a butcher in my heart--_By Heaven, sir! I'd rather hang!_" For a moment General and Colonel regarded each other fixedly and then the General turned away to pace the floor. Presently he came to his decision and walked slowly back to his desk. "Lieutenant Harris," he said in tones whose significance could not be misunderstood, "I was right. You have wasted your time--and mine." Then he sighed wearily and made a last gesture to Forbes. "_The guard_" he said. It was all over. And then, to the ears of the two prisoners who stood looking at one another with sad eyes, came a sound which made both men start and look again with apprehension written on their faces--the shrill scream of a child who is being kept from something she has set her heart upon. Another moment and there was a rush of tiny feet in the hall, whereupon the two sentries crossed their rifles across the doorway. But what might have proved a serious obstruction for a man was only an absurdity to a child's quick wit and Virgie, with a little duck of her sunny head, dodged quickly under the muskets and charged, flushed and panting, on the General's desk.