But he choked down his passion.

The mountaineer was not lacking in cunning.
"Your father and his friends killed some of my men," he said.

"I ain't here now to argy with you about the rights an' wrongs of it, but I want to tell you that all the people of the mountains are up for the Union.
With them from the lowlands that are the same way, we'll chase you rebels, Jeff Davis and all, clean into the Gulf of Mexico." Harry deliberately turned his head away, and stared out of a window at the green of lawns and trees.

Skelly filled him with abhorrence.
He felt as if he were in the presence of a creeping panther, and he would have nothing more to say to him.

Skelly looked at him for a few minutes longer, drew himself together in the manner of a savage wild beast about to spring, but relaxed the next moment, laughed softly, and strode out of the chamber.
"That's one of your men," said Harry.