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"Who--o?" It was not one who asked; the whos came like shrapnel; and when, not knowing what else to do, I smiled as one dying, there went up a wail of mirth that froze my blood and then heated it to a fever. The company howled. They rolled over one another, crying, "Charlie Toliver!--Charlie Toliver!--Oh, Lord, where's Scott Gholson!--Charlie Toliver!"--and leaped up and huddled down and moaned and rolled and rose and looked for me.

"Borrowed!" echoed the sergeant. "If he doesn't own that mare no man does."

"Lieutenant Ferry is not sending me to any house."

The thunder of our own hoofs Was all the sound we heard.

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