"It's true," he whispered. "They have come for Clay and me. Try not to weep. These people will gloat over your grief." Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Clay stood close holding each other's hands in silent sympathy and grim determination to control their emotions. They parted with their husbands in dumb anguish. As the tug bore the fallen Chieftain from the ship, he bared his head, drew his tall figure to its full height, and, standing between the files of soldiers, gazed on his wife and weeping children until the mists drew their curtain over the solemn scene. Mrs. Davis' stateroom was entered now by a raiding party headed by Captain Hudson. Her trunks were again forced open and everything taken which the Captain or his men desired--among them all her children's clothes. Jeff seized his little soldier uniform of Confederate gray and ran with it. He managed to hide and save it. Captain Hudson then demanded the shawl which Davis had thrown over his shoulders on the damp morning when he was captured. "You have no right to steal my property," his wife replied indignantly. "Peace has been declared. The war is over. This is plain robbery." Hudson called in another file of soldiers. "Hand out that shawl or I'll take the last rag you have on earth. I'll pay you for it, if you wish. But I'm going to have it." Mrs. Davis took the shawl from Mrs. Clay's shoulders and handed it to the brute. "At least I may get rid of your odious presence," she cried, "by complying with your demand." Hudson took the shawl with a grin and led his men away. Two of his officers returned in a few minutes and thrust their heads in the stateroom of Mrs. Davis' sister with whom Mrs. Clay was sitting. "Gentlemen, this is a ladies' stateroom," said the Senator's wife. One of them threw the door open violently and growled: "There are no ladies here!" "I am quite sure," was the sweet reply, "that there are no gentlemen present!" With an oath they passed on. Little tugs filled with vulgar sightseers steamed around the ship and shouted a continuous stream of insults when one of the Davis party could be seen. General Nelson A. Miles, the young officer who had been appointed jailer of Jefferson Davis and Clement C. Clay boarded the ship and proceeded without ceremony to give his orders to their wives. "Will you tell me, General," Mrs. Davis asked, "where my husband is imprisoned and what his treatment is to be?" "Not a word," was the short reply. His manner was so abrupt and boorish she did not press for further news. Miles ventured some on his own account. "Jeff Davis announced the assassination of Abraham Lincoln the day before it happened. I guess he knew all about it--" The wife bit her lips and suppressed a sharp answer. Her husband's life was now in this man's hands. "You are forbidden to buy or read a newspaper," he added curtly, "and your ship will leave this port under sealed orders."