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"Yet what?" I snapped out, with horse eyes.

"My dear madam, you don't realize ours. We don't want to imprison women."

Old Dismukes rose. "Good-night. Shall I send this boy that Yankee's horse?"

When I said I would try she looked distressfully unassured and I added "I'll do whatever risks no life but mine."

A fourth turn and no one yet! A fifth--more abrupt than the others--and there--here--yonder now behind--was the path I had feared, but no one was in it, and the next instant the bridge flashed into view. With a great clatter I burst upon it, reached the middle, glanced back, and dropped complacently into a trot. Tame ending if--but as I looked forward again, what did I see? A mounted man. At the other end of the bridge, in the shade of overhanging trees, he moved into view, and well I knew the neat fit of that butternut homespun. He flourished a revolver above his head and in a drunken voice bade me halt.

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