Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1893-01-19

regard the Palmetto boys as comrades,
known or not. Thank you sincerely
for your warning, too. Well keep our
eyes well front, rest assured. Good-by--
Loosing the taut rein. Miss Clay let
the eager roam bound forward, as Mum
son gloomily stepped out OF the road
and came to a carry, like spectral SEN
try through the mist.
Mice fellow, that, Cousin Caro-"
Evan said. chirpily, as he ranged along
side. 'sAll those Legion fellows are.
guess. Helloi that is snow, sure enough.
Felt it on my nose"
ST hope it isl the lady answered,
briefly.
''You do? Well that's charitable to
the poor devils on dark picket, Miss
Clay"
II had forgotten them," the girl re-
| piled. 81 was only thinking that it
would moderate in snow, and then the
river would not freeze before / could
get back. Yes; that is snow; one-two
-three-a dozen flakes have struck my
| cheek
''Enviable snow!' laughed her COM
panion. Would I were flake upon
that nose, If I might touch that cheek!
That's as pretty a paraphrase as Capt.
Charlton-my superior offcer-could
make. Hello!'' he suddenly interrupted
himself, as his quick right hand whipped
a revolver from its holster and his left
pulled the black down to slow canter;
we're followed! Lieut.. Greene said he
didn't know
He turned in his saddle, bending low
over the crup to listen intently. the
click of the pistol lock sounding sharp
on the air. The girl steadied her horses
stride with easy pull of her left hand,
and her right also slipped revolver
from the holster at her poInmel.
Pursuing hoofs certainly rang out
from the frozen road behind, drawing
| nearer and nearer.
There's only one,'' Evan whispered,
| quietly. eff he's Yank. he's not after
us. But forewarned is forearmed.'
He wheeled his horse and halted be-
hind a tree, as Miss Clay, with intuitive
tactics, turned hers into the underbrush
opposite and faced the road
''S-st! co.," called the scout, in stri-
dent whisper at the shadowy shape in
the haze opposite. There's only one
of him. If he's Yanl1, leave him to
me. Don't you shoot! Mammals a
widow; and you might make her an Or
phan, too!''
IAN right, you goose Miss Clay
whispered back, as quietly as though
consenting to give him turn in the
/ german. when we get back to head
! quarters I'll make you shoot match
with me, before the staff
Listen! He's calling,-yes, calling
mel Evan broke in. Il wonder
what's up! It's the lieutenant's voice.
and he drew into the road, as the hoof-
| beats came clearer, and the legion Off
Ger galloped up.
Il thought I'd visit my advance pick
et,'' he said to Evan, Carolyn Clay fan
cied trifle anxiously, 80 spurred up
to overtalze you. You're both better
mounted than l; and voice carries so,
feared to yell. They may have adj
vanced since
He stopped abruptly, but not before
| the girls quick perception caught the
idea.
$50 you are expecting Averill?'' she
said, quietly. Let me see: he would
have to cross at Washington, or above. If
he be out for a raid. ne would not force
march his horses ovce such roads; SO we
! should make the Ferry long before his
scouts could meet us. Besides, he
would take the lower road. 1t is better
than this trail
You are good soldier. Miss Clay
the Carolinian replied, gazing through
the gloom at the cool speaker, in some
wonderment. But Ihave never men
toned Gen. Averills name: nor do
really k1aozs anything beyond my own
orders at last dawn. Your idea is not
an impossible one, for I do not suppose
the general would have sent US on a
picnic; but whom, or what, he expects
have no knowledge
''Averill!'' the girl answered con-
fdently. Hunter and fitzpatrick are
watching West Virginia-we know that
at Stuart's headquarters; also that
| Ave-iu was closeted with the secretary
of war at Washington last Wednesday,
and cavalry was massing at Harper's
Ferry and above on Thursday Evan
the scout, who had fallen to the rear as
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