There was a pause; and then Mr. Dinwiddie broke it.

"You left things in confusion at home. How do you feel about
that?"

"At home in America?" I said. "I do not feel about it as my
parents do."

"You side with the North!"

"I have lived there so much. I know the view taken there; and
it seems to me the right one. And I have lived at the South
too; and I do not like the view held there, - nor the practice
followed."

"There are some things I can fancy you would not like," he
said musingly. "I have not known what to think. It seems to me
they have made a false move. But it seems to me they must
succeed."

"I don't know," I said. "Perhaps."

He looked at me a little hard, and then we left the hermits'
caves and went down the plain to our encampment.

CHAPTER XVI.

THE FORLORN HOPE