me that I ought to seize you. Am I right?"

Shepard laughed also.

"That's a frank question and you shall have a frank reply," he said.
"The suspicions of your friend, Colonel Talbot, were correct. Yes,
I am a spy, if one can be a spy when there is no war. I am willing to
tell you, however, that Shepard is my right name, and I am willing to
tell you also, that you and your Charleston friends little foresee the
magnitude of the business upon which you have started. I don't believe
there is any enmity between you and me and I can tell the thoughts that
I have."

"Since you offered me no harm when you had the chance," said Harry,
"I give my word that I will seek to offer none myself. Go ahead,
I think you have more to say and I want to listen."

Shepard thrust his pistol in his belt and his face relaxed somewhat.
As they faced each other on the logs they were not more than ten feet
part and the moon poured a shower of silver rays upon both. Although
Shepard was a few years the older, the faces showed a likeness,
the same clearness of vision and strength of chin.

"I liked you, Harry Kenton, the first time I met you," said Shepard,
"and I like you yet. When I saw that you were following me, I led you
here in order to say some things to you. You are seeing me now probably
for the last time. My spying is over for a long while, at least.
A mile further on, a horse, saddled and bridled, is waiting for me.
I shall ride all the remainder of the night, board a train in the
morning, and, passing through Memphis and Louisville, I shall be in the