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"Yes, madam, between Melpomene and Terpsichore."

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

"That was not play, Mr. Smith," Miss Harper had begun to respond, when a voice across the sedge-field called with startling clearness,

The man who had got me into this thing--this barrel--lifted the tent-flap. "Mr. Gholson," said the General, "write an order assigning Smith to Ferry's scouts."

"You can do as you're told; understand?" I understood.

"What do you see?" His frown scared me to my finger-tips.

"You'd best not know; I want you to seem to have stumbled upon the place. You can't miss it; there's no other house within two miles of it. Good-bye, my lad;"--he gave me his hand;--"good luck to you."

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