"He lives in the mountains to the eastward of my home in Kentucky.

He organized a band at the beginning of the war, but over there he said he was fightin' for the North." "He'll be fightin' for his own hand," said the sergeant sternly.

"But he can't play double all the time.

That sort of thing will bring a man to the end of a rope, with clear air under his feet." "I'm glad you've told me this," said Red Blaze.

"Skelly might have come ridin' in here, claimin' that he an' his men was Northern troops, an' then when we wasn't suspectin' might have held up the whole town.