He knew that it would be most welcome, and he could not calculate how many hundreds in Confederacy currency it was worth.

He was glad that he could repay a little at least.
Then he stepped lightly toward the larger chamber in which Colonel Woodville lay.

The usual candle was burning on the table near his bed, but the great bald head lay motionless on the pillow, and the heavy white eyebrows drooped over closed lids.

Sound asleep! Dick was glad of it.

The colonel, with his strong loyalty to the South, might seek to hold him, at least as his personal prisoner, and now the trouble was avoided.
He moved gently across the floor, and then passed toward the open door.
How good that puff of fresh air and freedom felt on his face! He did not know that Colonel Woodville raised his head on the pillow, glanced after him, and then let his head sink back and his eyes close again.