"Put this man with the other
prisoners, and see that he has no communication with any one."
As Perkins was marched off they heard him mutter a curse. "Pardon
me, Miss Baron," Scoville resumed. "The lives of my men are in my
care, and that fellow would murder us all if he had a chance. I
don't know that he could do any harm, but it would only be from lack
of opportunity. I never take risks that I can help."
"Having seen his expression I can't blame you," was her reply.
A new train of thought was awakened in Scoville. He paused a moment
and looked at her earnestly.
"Why do you look at me so?" she asked.
"Miss Baron, pardon me, but I do wish I were going to be here
longer, or rather, I wish the war was over. I fear there are deep
perplexities, and perhaps dangers, before you. My little force is in
the van of a raiding column which will pass rapidly through the
country. It will be here to-morrow morning, but gone before night,
in all probability. The war will be over soon, I trust, but so much
may happen before it is.
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