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I clenched my teeth. "I am nineteen, madam."

"No, madam."

"Yes, bub," I replied. The two men laughed so explosively that my horse lifted his head austerely.

"A short three miles."

"Why, who and what should I be?"

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

"Don't move." My tone was affectionate. "Don't holla, or I'll give you to the crows. Back. Back off this bridge--quick! or I'll--" I pushed the pistol nearer; the danger was no less to him because I was thoroughly frightened. He backed; but he glared a devilish elation, for behind me beat the hoofs of both his horsemen. I had to change my tactics.

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