d news, and Morgan's men
waited, in glee, for the approaching trains.

At the appointed time the passenger train came rolling in. The reception
it received astonished every one on board. To Colonel Morgan's great
disappointment his men captured at Lebanon were not on the train; but
there were a great many Federal soldiers, principally officers, aboard on
their way North. A few of these at first made some show of resistance; but
when they saw how hopeless their case was, they sullenly submitted to
their fate.

It was not long before the freight train came slowly puffing in. It was an
immense train of forty-five cars, heavily loaded with rations, clothing,
and munitions of war for Buell's army. Morgan's men freely helped
themselves from the rich stores to everything that they needed and could
carry, and then the work of destruction began.

The torch was applied, and soon the two trains were wrapped in flames. The
prisoners, who had gloomily watched the work of destruction, were now
lined up, and told that they would be released upon their giving their
parole. This they gladly consented to do.

It fell to Calhoun to take a list of their names, with rank and regiment.

"Don't see why I should be asked to give another parole," growled a
lieutenant. "I gave you fellows one at Pulaski, a short time since, and
was on my way home now, to stay until I am exchanged. How often do you
want to take a fellow prisoner, anyway?"

Calhoun glanced up much amused. The officer started, stared at him a
moment, and then abruptly asked, "Is your name Pennington?"

"It is, Lieutenant Pennington, if you please."

"You and I have met before."

"Ah! I know you now. I wish to thank you, for I am told you did not visit
your wrath on the Osbornes on account of my abrupt leave-taking."

"No, the girl had concealed you in the house unbeknown to the old
gentleman, and as he had assured me there were no Confederates about, he
felt real cut up about it. He actually proffered me another horse in the
place of the one you took. Said I was his guest, and should not suffer."

"Just like an old-fashioned Southern gentleman, the very personification
of honesty," replied Calhoun. "It may interest you, Lieutenant, to know
that recovering my horse did me little good, for he went so lame I had to
leave him."

"And took mine in his place," spoke up a fine-looking Federal officer who
stood near, and whose name Calhoun had not yet taken.

"Captain Crawfo