Mebbe hit berry much plainer w'at ter do arter we get out en look
roun'. I hab a ladder yere en you git down mighty easy."
"Yes, that's the best way. I wish to take no risks of being seen
till after I make my attempt."
Zany reconnoitred the hall. No one was in sight. Even Mrs. Baron,
wearied out, had retired, and Mr. Baron had resolved to spend the
night in the dining-room, partly out of courtesy to the Confederate
general and partly to be ready for any emergency. In the hall and on
the front and rear piazzas were alert sentinels who would have
observed and reported any unusual proceeding--therefore Chunk's plan
was the only feasible one. In the darkness Zany helped Miss Lou don
her cousin's uniform and slouched hat which, limp from the rain,
fell over her face. She was not so very much shorter than he as to
make the fit a bad one when seen in the partial light. The trousers
had to be turned up, but that would be expected on account of the
mud. Her plumpness filled out the coat very comfortably, and her arm
in a sling made the disguise almost perfect.
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