It was still snowing lazily, but the flames from a dozen big fires filled the valley with light and warmth and illuminated the sullen faces of the captives.  They were a sinister lot, arrayed in faded Union or Confederate uniforms, the refuse of highland and lowland, gathered together for robbery and murder, under the protecting shadow of war.  Their hair was long and unkempt, their faces unshaven and dirty, and they watched their captors with the restless, evasive eyes of guilt.  They were herded in the center of the valley, and Colonel Winchester did not hesitate to bind the arms of the most evil looking.

“What are you going to do with us?” asked one bold, black-browed villain.

“I’m going to take you to General Sheridan,” replied the colonel.  “I’m glad I don’t have the responsibility of deciding your fate, but I think it very likely that he’ll hang some of you, and that all of you richly deserve it.”

The man muttered savage oaths under his breath and the colonel added: 

“Meanwhile you’ll be surrounded by at least fifty guards with rifles of the latest style, rifles that they can shoot very fast, and they are instructed to use them if you make the slightest sign of an attempt to escape.  I warn you that they will obey with eagerness.”

The man ceased his mutterings and he and the other captives cowered by the fire, as if their blood had suddenly grown so thin that they must almost touch the coals to secure warmth.  Then Colonel Winchester ordered the cooks to prepare food and coffee again for his troopers, who had done so well, while a surgeon, with amateur but competent assistants, attended to the hurt.

While they ate and drank and basked in the heat, the mountaineer, Reed, came again to Colonel Winchester.  Dick, who was standing by, observed his air of deep satisfaction, and he wondered again at the curious mixture of mountain character, its strong religious strain, mingled with its merciless hatred of a foe.  He knew that much of Reed’s great content came from his slaying of the two traitors, but he did not feel that he had a right, at such a time, to question the man’s motives and actions.

“Colonel,” said Reed, “it’s lucky that my men brought along plenty of axes, an’ that your men ez well ez mine know how to use ’em.”

“Why so, Mr. Reed?”

“‘Cause it’s growin’ warmer.”

“But that doesn’t hurt us.  We’re certainly not asking for more cold.”

“It will hurt us, ef we don’t take some shelter ag’in it.  It’s snowin’ now, colonel, an’ ef it gits a little warmer it’ll turn to rain, an’ it kin rain pow’ful hard in these mountings.”

“Thank you for calling my attention to it, Mr. Reed.  I can’t afford to have the troops soaked by winter rains.  Not knowing what we had to expect in the mountains I fortunately ordered about twenty of my own men to bring axes at their saddlebows.  We’ll put ’em all at work.”