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But, after all, fortune was merciful, and I was gone; the Major had summoned me--his brother had come. I went circuitously and alone. As I started, some fellow writhing on the grass cried, "Charlie Tol--oh, this is better than a tcharade!" and a flash of divination enlightened me. While I went I burned with shame, rage and nervous exhaustion; the name Scott Gholson had gasped in my ear was the name of her in the curtained wagon, and I cursed the day in which I had heard of Charlotte Oliver.

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

"That will do. Now, beyond Fayette, about seven miles north, there's a place--"

"To what command do you belong?" he asked.

With the rein dangling under the bits he went over the fence like a deer.

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