The voice made his heart leap; his whole nature responded to it like the strings of a harp to the sweep of a skilful hand.

He turned quickly, and saw two young men galloping towards him.

The foremost figure was his son--his beloved youngest son--whom he had just been thinking of as well out of danger, safe and happy in the peaceful halls of Columbia.

And lo! here he was in the very home of the enemy; and he was glad of it.
"Why, Jack!" he cried; "Why, Jack, my boy! I never thought of you here." He had his hand on the lad's shoulder, and was gazing into his bright face with tears and smiles and happy wonder.
"Father, I had to come.

And there are plenty more coming.