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I shook my head and we moved toward the tents. This was worse than the dream; the rat had not seen the cockerel, but the cockerel had observed the rat--dropping into the barrel: the cockerel, yes, and not the cockerel alone, for I saw that Gholson was associating him with her of the curtained wagon. By now they were side and side. I asked if Ferry came often to headquarters. "Yes, quite as often as he's any business to." "Ah, ha!" thought I, and presently said I had heard he was a great favorite.

"Has he a taste for fiction?" I asked, with a depreciative smirk.

"Oh, hang the uniform!"

"Why, I suppose I'm to find there a road down Cole's Creek to Clifton."

"No, it ain't too stinkin' polite."

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