I must ask the reader to again recall the fact that Sergeant Goody was one of the six hangmen who put the meal-sacks over the heads, and the ropes around the necks of the condemned.
Corporal Carrigan was the gigantic prize fighter, who was universally acknowledged to be the best man physically among the whole thirty-four thousand in Andersonville.

The Raiders knew that Goody had come in before we of his own battalion did.

They resolved to kill him then and there, and in broad daylight.

He had secured in some way a shelter tent, and was inside of it fixing it up.

The Raider crowd, headed by Pete Donnelly, and Dick Allen, went up to his tent and one of them called to him: "Sergeant, come out; I want to see you." Goody, supposing it was one of us, came crawling out on his hands and knees.