on different sides of the question."

"Mebbe we are 'til things come to a head," said the mountaineer,
laughing, "but, as I said, if Tennessee goes out, I reckon I'll go with
her. It's hard to go ag'in your own gang. Leastways, 't ain't in me
to do it. Now I've had enough of this gab, an' I'm goin' to skip out.
Good-bye, young feller. I wish you well."

Bringing his whip once more, and sharply this time, across the tops of
his own boots, he strode out of the hotel. His walk was like his talk,
straight and decisive. Harry saw Shepard in the lobby making friends,
but, imitating his older comrade, he avoided him, and late that
afternoon Colonel Talbot and he left for Charleston.



CHAPTER III

THE HEART OF REBELLION


Harry, with his friend Colonel Leonidas Talbot, approached Charleston
on Christmas morning. It was a most momentous day to him. As he came
nearer, the place looked greater and greater. He had read much about
it in the books in his father's house--old tales of the Revolution and
stories of its famous families--and now its name was in the mouths of
all men.

He had felt a change in his own Kentucky atmosphere at Nashville,
but it had become complete when he drew near to Charleston. It was a