I FACE FATE
a fighting man. It took three years to rid these hill, of their vermin; it cost blood and money, but when we were done, those mountain roads yonder were safe to travel over. This man Daniels was captured, tried, and condemned for murder, with Judge Dunn here on the bench, The atrocity of his crimes was almost beyond belief, and he was sentenced to death. In some way he escaped from prison and disappeared. The war broke out; but knowing him to be alive, knowing the threats he had made, and that the people here required my protection, knowing here still remained in the region those who would through ties of blood, harbor him if he returned, and even assist in his vengeance. I durst not volunteer into the Confederate service. Influence gained me an independent command in this section, thus enabling me to serve both country and friends at the same time. I am Jem Donald, but am not a guerilla; I am a commissioned officer under the Confederate Government."
I bowed silently, impressed by the man's earnestness, and his evident strength of character, but feeling that he had not finished.
"Not until yesterday did I know Daniels had actually returned. His presence would not be so serious, but my command is just now badly scattered, and he comes backed by a force of Federals."
"If I had my way," broke in the officer on the sofa, "I'd hang this whole scouting party, and have done with it."
I turned and looked at him, instantly recognizing the voice. He was Calvert Dunn.
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