"Who was the aggressor in this affair, you or General Hart?" he asked.
"I was."
"And could you not have known—could you not see, sir, that you were attacking our own men?"
The reply was astounding!
"I knew that, general. It appeared to be none of my business."
Then, breaking the dead silence that followed his answer, he said:
"I must refer you to General Cameron."
"General Cameron is dead, sir—as dead as he can be—as dead as any man in this army. He lies back yonder under a tree. Do you mean to say that he had anything to do with this horrible business?"
Captain Ransome did not reply. Observing the altercation his men had gathered about to watch the outcome. They were greatly excited. The fog, which had been partly dissipated by the firing, had again closed in so darkly about them that they drew more closely together till the judge on horseback and the accused standing calmly before him had but a narrow space free from intrusion. It was the most informal of courts-martial, but all felt that the formal one to follow would but
