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"Good-morning," we said. One of the men was a sergeant. He scanned my animal, and then me, with a dawning smile. "That's a fightin'-cock of a horse you've got, sonny."

when, just as our last note died among the trees one of us cried, "Listen!" and through the stillness there came from far away on our right the last three measures of a bugle sounding The March.

"Oh, General, if you send an officer they'll see the ruse! I can do it! I'll do it all right!"

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

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