It was young Shepard, whom he and Major Talbot had met in Nashville.

Shepard saw Harry also, and saluted him cheerfully.
"I've just arrived," he said, "and through letters from friends in St.Louis, members of one of the old French families there, I've been lucky enough to secure a room at Madame Delaunay's inn." "Fortune has been with us both," said Harry, somewhat doubtfully, but not knowing what else to say.
"It certainly has," said Shepard, with easy good humor.

"I'll see you again in the morning and we'll talk of what we've been through, both of us." He walked briskly on and Harry heard his firm step ringing on the floor.
The boy retired to his own room again and locked the door.

He had liked Shepard from the first.

He had seemed to him frank and open and no one could deny his right to come to Charleston if he pleased.