THREE:

THREE:"I do not ask questions now." Albin blinked, and then grinned.

THREE:"Why, one of my Sergeants reported that a Corporal came from your Headquarters, and directed the raid to be made.""I tell you. Shorty, there's a gun in there that'd just tickle your boy to death. It's an Enfield, new one, and has a Yankee bullet sticking in the butt. Must've knocked the Johnny a double somersault when it struck. I've been thinkin' sending it home myself. But I'll let you have it, and I'll tell you how you can get it. See that camp over there? Well, that's a regiment being organized out o' Tennessee refugees. They and their officers are the carelessest lot of galoots that ever lived. Their Quartermaster stores and their Commissary stores, and everything they have is allowed to lie around loose, just wherever they get the notion to drop them. I've had my eye on 'em for several days, and've helped several of my friends to straighten up their company accounts, and replace things that they'd lost. You just waltz over there, careless like, as if you belonged to the regiment, pick up a gun and traps, put 'em on, and sail back here, and I'll turn your things in, and give you that gun with the bullet in the stock in exchange."

THREE:"Unfortunately," the woman continued in a voice like steel, "I have a great deal of work to do this morning."Cadnan thought this too obvious to be worth reply, and waited.

THREE:"Should think they was bride and groom, if they wasn't so old.""Ain't we most there, Pap?" Si asked querulously.

THREE:"I bring a new one," Gornom said."My name Hortat. My name Hortat."

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