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In the vocabulary of a prig, but in the wrath of a fishwoman, I execrated Scott Gholson; his jealousies, his disclosures, his religion, his mispronunciations; and Ned Ferry--that cockerel! Here was I in the barrel, and able only to squeal in irate terror at whoever looked down upon me. I could have crawled under a log and died. At the door of the Major's tent I paused to learn and joy of one to whom comes reprieve when the rope is on his neck, I overheard Harry Helm, the General's nephew and aide de-camp, who had been with us, telling what a howling good joke Smith had just got off on Gholson!

"Too tired?"

"Yes." She stooped low under the interlacing boughs and plunged with me into the double darkness.

"Yes,"--she put away gaiety--"your orders are plain; and they're as cruel as they are plain!"

I dilated. "Who told--did Ned Ferry tell you that story?"

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