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There
was
still
the
same
wild
look
in
his
eyes
--
the
same
scared
expression
upon
his
features
--
that
had
shown
itself
before
sunset
.
"
I
say
,
Cash
Calhoun
!
"
cried
one
of
the
young
fellows
by
the
fire
,
who
was
beginning
to
talk
"
tall
,
"
under
the
influence
of
the
oft-repeated
potations
--
"
come
up
,
old
fellow
,
and
join
us
in
a
drink
!
We
all
respect
your
sorrow
;
and
will
do
what
we
can
to
get
satisfaction
,
for
you
and
yours
.
But
a
man
must
n't
always
mope
,
as
you
're
doing
.
Come
along
here
,
and
take
a
'
smile
'
of
the
Monongaheela
!
It
'll
do
you
a
power
of
good
,
I
promise
you
.
"
Whether
it
was
that
he
was
pleased
at
the
interpretation
put
upon
his
silent
attitude
--
which
the
speech
told
him
had
been
observed
--
or
whether
he
had
become
suddenly
inclined
towards
a
feeling
of
good
fellowship
,
Calhoun
accepted
the
invitation
;
and
stepping
up
to
the
fire
,
fell
into
line
with
the
rest
of
the
roysterers
.
Before
seating
himself
,
he
took
a
pull
at
the
proffered
flask
.
From
that
moment
his
air
changed
,
as
if
by
enchantment
.
Instead
of
showing
sombre
,
he
became
eminently
hilarious
--
so
much
so
as
to
cause
surprise
to
more
than
one
of
the
party
.
The
behaviour
seemed
odd
for
a
man
,
whose
cousin
was
supposed
to
have
been
murdered
that
very
morning
.
Though
commencing
in
the
character
of
an
invited
guest
,
he
soon
exhibited
himself
as
the
host
of
the
occasion
.
After
the
others
had
emptied
their
respective
flasks
,
he
proved
himself
possessed
of
a
supply
that
seemed
inexhaustible
.
Canteen
after
canteen
came
forth
,
from
his
capacious
saddle-bags
--
the
legacy
left
by
many
departed
friends
,
who
had
gone
back
with
the
major
.
Partaking
of
these
at
the
invitation
of
their
leader
--
encouraged
by
his
example
--
the
young
planter
"
bloods
"
who
encircled
the
camp
fire
,
talked
,
sang
,
danced
,
roared
,
and
even
rolled
around
it
,
until
the
alcohol
could
no
longer
keep
them
awake
.
Then
,
yielding
to
exhausted
nature
,
they
sank
back
upon
the
sward
,
some
perhaps
to
experience
the
dread
slumber
of
a
first
intoxication
.
The
ex-officer
of
volunteers
was
the
last
of
the
number
who
laid
himself
along
the
grass
.
If
the
last
to
lie
down
,
he
was
the
first
to
get
up
.
Scarce
had
the
carousal
ceased
--
scarce
had
the
sonorous
breathing
of
his
companions
proclaimed
them
asleep
--
when
he
rose
into
an
erect
attitude
,
and
with
cautious
steps
stole
out
from
among
them
.
With
like
stealthy
tread
he
kept
on
to
the
confines
of
the
camp
--
to
the
spot
where
his
horse
stood
"
hitched
"
to
a
tree
.
Releasing
the
rein
from
its
knot
,
and
throwing
it
over
the
neck
of
the
animal
,
he
clambered
into
the
saddle
,
and
rode
noiselessly
away
.
