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Ashby, remounting, proceeded to make his dispositions, beginning with the Horse Artillery which he posted on a rise of ground, behind a mask of black thorn and dogwood. From the east arose the strains of fife and drum. "Maryland Line," said the 6th, the 7th, and the 2d Virginia Cavalry. I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland! The old line bugle, fife and drum, Maryland! She breathes!
Dolores said this with the innocence and frank simplicity of a child. "She is a baby!" said Ashby; "the English maiden a mere baby! She can only smile, and smile, and be silly. Her only desire is to find some one who will pet her. She can only live in the sunshine. She is a butterfly! She has no heart, no soul! She is a doll to be looked at, but she can give no return.
Yesterday Colonel Ashby captured a courier of Kelly's bearing a letter to Banks. The letter, which demands an answer, asks to know explicitly what are Banks's instructions from Washington." He put the lemon down. "Captain Cleave, I very particularly wish to know what are General Banks's instructions from Washington.
Just how this was to be compassed she had no very clear idea, and now had come a fine opening. She hated Beverly because she had laughed at Petty's love affair, and ignored completely the one who worshipped at Petty's shrine. The scene in Professor Sautelle's room had nearly thrown Beverly into hysterics, and Eleanor had also witnessed that. Oh, she had a long score against Beverly Ashby.
Harry slept well that night, partly in a camp and partly in a saddle, and he found himself the next day with Ashby and Sherburne near a little town called Harrisonburg. They were on a long hill in thick forest, and the scouts reported that the enemy was coming. The Northern armies were uniting now and they were coming up the valley, expecting to crush all opposition.
I could be willing to die, and could even die gladly, my darling, darling Dolores, if I could die with your hand in mine." Ashby was going on farther in this pleasing strain, when suddenly, and without a moment's warning, Dolores gave a spring and vanished. Ashby stood confounded. Then he stared all around. Then he called another, "Dolores! Dolores! Don't leave me!"
The hands which were raised to perform this act were soft, round, plump, and dimpled, and might of themselves have attracted the admiration of one less preoccupied than Ashby; while the face that was now revealed was one which might have roused the dullest of mortals.
And what would Harry want there, and what would he find? He would find her Katie! Now, although Ashby was full of bitter resentment against Katie, and was, perhaps, quite in earnest in all that he had said about her to Dolores, yet when he had this fresh confirmation of something like an understanding between these two, he became filled with the bitterest jealousy and indignation.
"Well, the boys had better look to their watches. I met that lady once." Ashby shot him a look of inquiry. "She's looking to that five thousand reward for Ramerrez," he told him. Rance's interest was growing by leaps and bounds though he continued to riffle the cards. "What? She's after that?" "Sure thing.
"If it's for friends of ours," grimaced Rafe Bodson, "you needn't listen any longer. We haven't any friends in either crowd now." "Quiet, I tell you!" snarled Duff. No noise of moving automobiles came to the gambler's keen ears in the darkness of the night. "Ready," faintly whispered Duff, giving Ashby a slight nudge. "Shoot 'em?" whispered the mad hotel man. "Yes; you hit Jeff.
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