nzied shouts of welcome. Where were
the Bluegrass Yankees now? The Stars and Stripes that had fluttered
from their windows had been drawn in and they were keeping very quiet,
indeed--Oh! it was joy! There was gallant Morgan himself swinging from
Black Bess to kiss his mother, who stood waiting for him at her gate,
and there was Colonel Hunt, gay, debonair, jesting, shaking hands right
and left, and crowding the streets, Morgan's Men--the proudest blood in
the land, every gallant trooper getting his welcome from the lips and
arms of mother, sister, sweetheart, or cousin of farthest degree. But
where was Dan? She had heard nothing of him since the night he had
escaped capture, and while she looked right and left for him to dash
toward her and swing from his horse, she heard her name called, and
turning she saw Richard Hunt at the wheel of her phaeton. He waved his
hand toward the happy reunions going on around them.

"The enforced brotherhood, Miss Margaret," he said, his eyes flashing,
"I belong to that, you know."

For once the subtle Colonel made a mistake. Perhaps the girl in her
trembling happiness and under the excitement of the moment might have
welcomed him, as she was waiting to welcome Dan, but she drew back now.

"Oh! no, Colonel--not on that ground."

Her eyes danced, she flushed curiously, as she held out her hand, and
the Colonel's brave heart quickened. Straightway he began to
wonder--but a quick shadow in Margaret's face checked him.

"But where's Dan? Where is Dan?" she repeated, impatiently.

Richard Hunt looked puzzled. He had just joined his command and
something must have gone wrong with Dan. So he lied swiftly.

"Dan is out on a scout. I don't think he has got back yet. I'll find
out."

Margaret watched him ride to where Morgan stood with his mother in the
midst of a joyous group of neighbors and friends, and, a moment later,
the two officers came toward her on foot.

"Don't worry, Miss Margaret," said Morgan, with a smile. "The Yankees
have got Dan and have taken him away as prisoner--but don't worry,
we'll get him exchanged in a week. I'll give three brigadier-generals
for him."

Tears came to the girl's eyes, but she smiled through them bravely.

"I must go back and tell mother," she said, brokenly. "I hoped--"

"Don't worry, little girl," said Morgan again. "I'll have him if I have
to capture the whole State of Ohio."

Again Margaret smiled, but her heart was heavy, and Richard Hun