Joyce, who had listened to his account much amused, for she had heard
another version of it, said, "I do not think, Mr. Harmon, he could have
beaten you very hard, for I see no marks on you, and you seem to be pretty
lively. As for sending Lieutenant Pennington away, the Doctor says it
would be death to move him."

Mr. Harmon shifted uneasily in his chair as Joyce was saying this, and
then asked to see Calhoun, as he wished to be sure whether he was the one
who had captured him. This Joyce consented to, provided he would be
careful not to disturb him. Harmon promised, and he was taken into the
room. Calhoun was tossing on his bed, as he entered, and no sooner did his
wild eyes rest on Harmon than he burst into a loud laugh, "Oh! the coward!
the coward!" he shouted, "take him away."

Harmon fled from the room white with rage. "Miss Joyce, that fellow is
shamming," he fumed. "I demand he be delivered to the United States
officials at once."

"The Doctor thinks differently; he says it will kill him to be moved," she
answered.

"Let him die, then. It isn't your business to nurse wounded Rebels,
especially one of Morgan's cutthroats."

"I do not have to come to you to learn what my business is," answered
Joyce, haughtily, and turned to leave the room.

Mr. Harmon saw that he had made a mistake. "Joyce! Joyce! don't go, hear
me," he exclaimed.

"You will find your horse in the stable," was all she said, as she passed
out.

He left the house vowing vengeance, and lost no time in informing the
Federal authorities that the wounded officer at Crawford's was shamming,
and would give them the slip if not taken away. Two deputy marshals came
to investigate, and went away satisfied when Doctor Hopkins promised to
report as soon as his patient was well enough to be removed.

In due time Joyce received a letter from her father. He had not heard that
Morgan had come as far north as Columbiana County, until after he was
captured. As all danger was now over, he would not be home for some time.
The thousands who had been wounded in the great battle of Gettysburg were
occupying his attention. He also had to make a visit to Washington and
Fortress Monroe, and might go as far south as Hilton Head. As for the
wounded Rebel at his house, Joyce had done right in not letting him die in
the road, but that he should be turned over to the military authorities at
the earliest possible moment. Little did Mr. Crawford think what the
outcome