Dick went into the library, where a single candle burned, and while
he was there Miss Woodville appeared at the door and beckoned to him.
She had abated her severity of manner so much that he was astonished,
but he followed without a word.
She saw that the hall was clear and then she led quickly into her
father's room. Colonel Woodville was propped up against the pillows,
and there was color in his face.
"Young man," he said, "come here. You can afford to obey me, although
I'm a prisoner, because I'm so much older than you are. You have a heart
and breeding, young sir, and I wish to shake your hand."
He thrust a large hand from the cover, and Dick shook it warmly.
"I wouldn't have shaken it if you had been born north of the Ohio River,"
said Colonel Woodville.
Dick laughed.
"My chief purpose in having you brought here," said Colonel Woodville,
"was to relate to you an incident, of which I heard once. Did I read
about it, or was it told to me, Margaret?"
"I think, sir, that some one told you of it."
"Ah, well, it doesn't matter.
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