Ef Perkins foller, I foller
'im. My hoss down by de run en we git off dat away."
The girl drew a long breath and started. Now that she was in the
crisis of the emergency a certain innate spirit and courage
sustained her. Knowing her cousin so well, she could assume his very
gait and manner, while her arm, carried in a sling, perfected a
disguise which only broad light would have rendered useless. Her
visit caused no surprise to the sergeant of the guard, on whom at
first she kept her eyes. He merely saluted and thought Lieutenant
Whately was attentive to his duty. Perkins was not surprised either,
yet a little perplexed. As it had been supposed and hoped, the
thought rose instantly in his revengeful nature that the Confederate
officer had some design on Scoville. The latter watched the form
recognized by the others as that of Whately with the closest
scrutiny, and an immense throb of hope stirred his heart. Could it
be possible?
Miss Lou looked over the sleeping prisoners for a moment and then,
as if satisfied, stepped quite near to Perkins, guarding meantime
not to permit the rays of the lamp to fall on her face.
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