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"Why, hardly, if I'm behindhand now. Is it so fine as that?"

"Yet what?" I snapped out, with horse eyes.

"No," he replied, "I came the wrong way."

All I got by looking then was a mellow laugh from behind her relowered veil; but we were going at a swift trot, nearing a roadside fire of fence-rails left by some belated foraging team, and as she came into the glare of it I turned my eyes a second time. She was revealed in a garb of brown enriched by the red beams of the fire, and was on the gray mare I had seen that morning under Lieutenant Edgard Ferry-Durand.

"Come!" I echoed. We swung into the broader road and followed the contrabands.

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