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"Well, no. It's the horse he captured the time he got the Yankee who had him prisoner."

"How on earth should I know?"

"I am his clerk." In the car a flash of joy and then great decorum.

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.

"Come!" I echoed. We swung into the broader road and followed the contrabands.

"Don't swallow him," said Ferry, smilingly, "this isn't your private war."

My leader smiled at my simplicity. "She is not at Wiggins."

We were interrupted.

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