"I'm a damned dangerous fellow, there's no doubt about that. Perhaps I'll kill a rebel some day, and then they'll take me to the sessions and the "assizes". Well, there's many a worse fate than that, there is But if I ever kill, I'd like it to be in open fight on the hills like this like this, under the bright sun, in the soft morning, with all the moor and valleys still, and the larks singing " Speaking to himself is young Irishman Dyck Calhoun, as open hearted, generous and spirited as they come but also as intemperate and undisciplined as youth can be. From somewhere within, though, he feels the touch of a wind of change something that tells him he may yet make something of himself. As he has this feeling, he hears a voice singing.
