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By the time he had his letter finished, and was wiping the sweat of intense labor from his brow, he heard the bugle sounding the first call for dress parade. "I must go and begin my fatherly dooties to little Pete Skidmore," he said, carefully sealing his letter and sticking a stamp on it, to mail at the Chaplain's tent as he went by.
Don't suppose you would have done so only we're taking a corpse as far as Lydmouth, which is our first stop." "Really?" Skidmore said carelessly. "Ill wind that blows nobody good, Catesby. I may be overcautious, but I much prefer a carriage to myself. And my people prefer it, too. That's why we always give the railway authorities a few days' notice. One can't be too careful, Catesby."
I'd a'most as soon have one six boys as another, yit if I had to pick out six I believe I'd take Harry Joslyn, Gid Mackall, Alf Russell, Monty Scruggs, Jim Humphreys and Sandy Baker." "And Pete Skidmore," added Shorty. "We've got to take special care o' that little rat. Besides, I want to. Somehow I've took quite a fancy to the brat." "Yes, we must take little Pete," assented Si.
When he had gathered them there he demanded: "Now, I want to know at once what this means?" Little Pete Skidmore again became the spokesman of the abashed crowd.
Very few people know that time turned back one hour and a half in order that the reputation of Tommy McGuffy's tombstone for veracity might be spotless in the eyes of future generations. Billy Skidmore, the sexton, arranged to have Rearward time ready for the sun when it rose upon the following morning. He was a bachelor, and he owned a little tobacco store in the suburbs.
"Now, there's three loaves o' bread for the Sargint," said Harry, laying them down on a newspaper. "There's three for the Corpril; there's three for me; there's three for you." "Here, what're you givin' me that broken loaf for?" demanded Gid, stopping in his distribution of meat. "Give that to Pete Skidmore. He's the littlest." "Ain't goin' to do nothin' o' the kind," responded Harry.
Skidmore had a compartment to himself. He was locked in the very last thing, and nobody joined the train afterward. Naturally a well an amateur detective like myself wanted to know who was in the adjoining compartments. Three of these could be dismissed at once. But in the fourth there was a corpse " "A corpse! But there was no mention of that at the inquest." "No, but the fact remains.
However, he had come to get some comprehension of the lay of the ground and the movements of the trains by this time, and by careful watching succeeded in gathering in his boys, one after another, until he had them all but little Pete Skidmore.
The others rushed up, school boy like, to defend their companion against "the man," and little Pete Skidmore picked up a stone and adjusted it for throwing. "Why, you little scamps you," gasped Si in amazement. "What'd you mean? Ain't you goin' to obey my orders?" "You haint no right to give us orders no more," asserted Humphreys, flourishing his bat defiantly.
This on the march of the enemy from Dalton, Ga., to Calhoun, Ga., and on the 16th day of May, 1864. "O, goodness gracious!" murmured little Pete Skidmore, almost fainting with terror, in the covert of oak leaves, just above the court's head, whither he had noiselessly climbed, to overhear everything. "He's a-goner, sure! They'll shoot him, sure as guns. Saltpeter won't save him.
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