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"Good-bye, New Orleans soldier-boy," she said, gaily, and as I raised my cap she gave herself a fetching air and added, "I'll wager I know your name."

"Did you"--he began, and stopped; "did you notice a"--he stopped again.

"Nor no woman?" I asked, and again across the back of my neck my two companions gazed at each other.

The night was still and sultry. At one of the many camp-fires on the edge of the road I saw the Arkansas colonel sitting cross-legged on the ground, in trousers, socks and undershirt, playing poker.

"She air!" He was pleased. "Yass, we all good frien's togetheh."

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