The cigar went back into the corner of his sardonic mouth.
Harris strode forward an impulsive step and threw out his hands.
"It is worth the risk.

When a man is condemned to die--" The General wheeled with more impatience than the Adjutant, Forbes, had seen him exhibit through many vexatious, worrying months.

His voice took on a rasping note.

He tapped the papers on the desk with grim significance.
"Lieutenant-Colonel Morrison has failed in his military duty.

He released a Rebel spy--proved himself a traitor to his cause." "A traitor, General ?" protested the young officer.