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"Are you not a New Orleans boy?" she asked as I lifted my képi and drew rein.

"Suppose it wasn't either."

"Yess, sir, you are!" I retorted. "Move to that wagon! And if you take one step out of common time you'll never take another."

So there came a silence, and then a gay laugh as three of us at once asked if he had ever heard of Lieutenant Durand. "Durand!" he cried, and looked squarely around at me. I lifted the cocked revolver, but he kept his fine eyes on mine and I rubbed my ear with my wrist. "What?" he said, "an elegant, Creole-seeming young fellow, very handsome? Why, that fellow saved my life this very afternoon."

"Don't interrupt me, Smith. Yes, Clifton. You're not to reach there to-night--"

"General Austin believes it is. You're being used to bait a trap, Richard."

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