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"Who?" I cried. "What! You don't mean to say--was that Lieutenant Ferry?"

But I was not needed; while I slept, who should come back and do my work in my stead but Ned Ferry. When I awoke it was with a bound of alarm to see clear day. The command was breaking camp. I rushed out of the tent with canteen, soap and comb, and ran into the arms of the mess-cook. We were alone. "Oh, yass, seh," he laughed as he poured the water into my hands, "th'ee days' rairtion. Seh? Lawd! dey done drawed and cook' befo' de fus' streak o' light. But you all right; here yo' habbersack, full up. Oh, I done fed yo' hoss. Here yo' jacket an' cap; and here yo' saddle an' bridle--Oh, you welcome; I dess tryin' to git shet of 'em so's I kin strak de tent."

"I'm Miss Coralie Rothvelt," she added, and then how she sparkled in the dark as she said, "I see you remember me."

"Nonsense!" muttered both men, and I liked them the better.

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

"Of course no one has seen this despatch, eh?--Oh!"--a smile--"yes? who?"

"Yes, I know. But you don't know even how your mother is acquainted with her."

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