"
Whately gave a long, low whistle and then muttered "Impossible!"
"Oh, sut'ny," remarked Perkins ironically.
The two men gave each other a long searching look; then Perkins
resumed, "That's right, Leftenant, take yer bearin's. I don't see ez
you kin do me any special good, ner harm nuther. Ef yer want no news
or help from me, we kin sheer off right yere en now."
"I say your suspicion is absurd," resumed Whately, as if arguing
with himself. "When the alarm, caused by firing, came last night, it
happened she was in her room and was badly frightened."
"What time did the alarm happen?"
"About two o'clock."
"Wal, about midnight a figger that favored you 'mazingly, yes, ter
yer very walk, came up boldly en sez ter me, nodding at the Yank,
'Leave 'im ter me.' The figger wasn't jes' dressed like you in
'Federate uniform, but I kin a'most swear the figger had on them
clo's and that hat you're a wearin' now; arm in sling, too. What's
mo', when I thought hit over I was cock sure the figger wuz
shorter'n you air.
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