You've killed some of our men, and you fired, first.
You've no right--Who are you ?" he cried, suddenly pushing closer to his prisoner in the half light.

"I thought I knew your voice! You--Carlisle--What are you doing here ?" [Illustration: "Who are you ?" he cried suddenly.] "I'm about my business," rejoined that young officer curtly.

"I've been on your trail." "Well, you've found me," said Dunwody grimly.

"You may wish you hadn't." The Northerner was not in the least subdued, and remained fearless as before.

"That's fine talk!" he said.