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I clenched my teeth. "I am nineteen, madam."

"Well, say; maybe you'll tell us who this is we're about to meet up with."

"Halt!" We halted. "About face!" As the prisoner eyed me both of us listened. His equanimity was almost winsome, and I saw that friendliness was going to be his tactics.

The General looked at me between puffs of his cigar. "I hear you've ridden over fifty miles to-day."

"He told you?--Ah! you're only guessing," I said, and saw that I was helping her to guess more correctly.

I explained. While doing so I saw one of the guard reaching the prisoner's bridle to the other. Hah! Oliver had slapped the bridle free. In went his spurs! By a great buffet on the horse's neck he wheeled him, and with the rein dangling under the bits went over the fence like a deer. "Bang! bang! bang!"

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