As he drew near he saw that nearly all the lights were out in the hotel, and the building was silent.
He was sure that St.Clair and Langdon had already gone to the camp, and he was about to turn away when he saw a window in the hotel thrown up and a man appear standing full length in the opening.
It was Jefferson Davis.

The same flood of moonlight that had poured upon Shepard illuminated his face also.

But it was not the face of a triumphant man.

It was stern, sad, even gloomy.

The thin lips were pressed together more tightly than ever, and the somber eyes looked out over the city, but evidently saw nothing there.