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The aide-de-camp laughed like a rustic and vanished. "Smith," said the Major, "your eyes are--"

"I understand, General; they'll not get it."

The night was still and sultry. At one of the many camp-fires on the edge of the road I saw the Arkansas colonel sitting cross-legged on the ground, in trousers, socks and undershirt, playing poker.

"My dear Smith," said Miss Rothvelt, "keep your trust. But if I part here with these two kind gentlemen--"

She struck a mock-sentimental attitude and murmured musically--

"My mother! Do you know my mother?"

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