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He did not realize that Gary had shot at him that a shred of his flannel shirt was dangling from his sleeve where Gary's bullet had cut it. "Wonder if Andy heard?" he kept asking himself. "I got to tell Andy." Almost before he realized it he was standing under the cedar and Andy was speaking. "Thought I heard some one shoot, over toward the woods."
"That was a close call, captain," remarked Duff as the two stood together five minutes later, clinging to the weather shrouds. "I should say so. Who first heard the thing coming?" "Young Granger, I believe. There's good stuff in that lad, I make bold to say." These words shouted into Gary's ear, for the squall was still at its height, caused a deep scowl to settle on the captain's brow.
"We'll be right busy," he said in a sort of tentative way. Pete nodded and hitched up his chaps. One of the approaching horsemen waved a hand. Andy acknowledged the salute. The T-Bar-T men rode in and dismounted. "Where's Bailey?" was Gary's first word. "Jim sent us to fix up that line with you," replied Andy. "He's over to Enright."
"Will you do it for me, Dr. Sandford? I ask it as a great favour." "Gary's all right," he said, with a full look at me. "Yes, I know; but I would like to know how it is with the others. I could better tell how to minister to them, and what to do." "The thing to be done would not vary at all with your increased knowledge, Daisy." "Not the things in your line, I know; but the things in mine."
I expect I shall have to dance myself." I looked at the note, and stood mute, thinking what I should do. Ever since Mr. Thorold had mentioned it, up on the hill, the question had been recurring to me. I had never been to a party in my life, since my childish days at Melbourne. Aunt Gary's parties at Magnolia had been of a different kind from this; not assemblies of young people. At Mme.
During the night of September 28 there was heard the continued rumbling of wheels and the tramp of large forces of the enemy crossing on the pontoon bridges from the south to the north side of the James. At dawn next morning we hurriedly broke camp, as did Gary's brigade of cavalry camped close by, and scarcely had time to reach high ground and unlimber before we were attacked.
Gary's unchanging severity and dislike were explained, and as the boy contrasted his present treatment with the honeyed manner which had so deceived him in Savannah, he felt that he was justified in using any means to counteract such methods. As he flung the letter down, a slight noise made him turn. Duff was standing at the door.
Presently Gary's lips moved and his chest heaved. "Who was it? White?" questioned Houck. Gary moved his head in the negative. "Young Pete?" Gary's white lips shaped to a faint whisper "Yes." One of the men folded a slicker and put it under Gary's head. Houck stood up. "I guess it's up to us to get Pete Annersley." "You can count me out," said a cowboy immediately.
Scarcely had he assumed command, and prior to our arrival, before he was attacked by General Butler, with twenty thousand men. He defeated him, sustaining little loss, with Fields' and Hokes' Divisions, and Gary's Cavalry. Butler lost between one thousand two hundred and one thousand five hundred men. The year was slowly drawing to a close, with little perceptible advantage to the South.
"It's a burning shame," thought he, "to punish a land lubber of a boy the first day he ever spent at sea. Sugar wouldn't melt in Gary's mouth when I went to him for a job, but now the tune is changed. And to cap all, nobody seems to know where we're bound, unless it may be Rucker.
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