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"Richard Thorndyke Smith! My dear boy," she cried, while the nieces gasped at each other with gestures and looks all the way between Terpsichore and Melpomene, and then the four cried in chorus, "We know your mother!"

"Borrowed!" echoed the sergeant. "If he doesn't own that mare no man does."

"I tell her as a friend," he said, "she'll get one into Fortress Monroe yet!"

"Well, Smith, on his suggestion approved by Major Harper, I have detailed another clerk to the Major."

A fourth turn and no one yet! A fifth--more abrupt than the others--and there--here--yonder now behind--was the path I had feared, but no one was in it, and the next instant the bridge flashed into view. With a great clatter I burst upon it, reached the middle, glanced back, and dropped complacently into a trot. Tame ending if--but as I looked forward again, what did I see? A mounted man. At the other end of the bridge, in the shade of overhanging trees, he moved into view, and well I knew the neat fit of that butternut homespun. He flourished a revolver above his head and in a drunken voice bade me halt.

"Of course no one has seen this despatch, eh?--Oh!"--a smile--"yes? who?"

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