I didn't kill him. I merely robbed him."
"Robbed him of what?"
"Oh, of several things."
"What things?"
"They don't concern you, Haskell. These are matters somewhat above you."
"They are, are they? Well, maybe they are, but I'm going to see that you
don't get away with the proceeds of your robbery."
Harry didn't like his tone. It was fierce and resolute, and he realized
once more that he had a man of quality before him. If Haskell had
behaved properly he would have withdrawn with his wounded comrade.
But then he was an obstinate Yankee.
He raised up ever so little and glanced across the intervening space,
seeing the muzzle of a rifle not many yards away. There could be no
doubt that Haskell was watchful and would continue watching. He drew
his head back again and said:
"Let's call it a draw. You go back to your army, Mr. Haskell, and I'll
go back to mine."
"Couldn't think of it. As a matter of fact, I'm with my army now;
that is, I'm in its lines, while you can't reach yours. All I've got to
do is to hold you here, and in the course of time some of our people will
come along and take you."
"Do you think I'm worth so much trouble?"
"In a way it's a sort of personal affair with me.
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