His friend watched the train vanish into the forest. Then, as his horse was brought, he mounted and moved back toward the city. Presently the negro, on the other horse, came up almost abreast of him. "Mahs' Hil'ry?" he ventured. "Well, uncle Jerry?" "Dat's a pow'ful good-lookin' suit o' clo'es what L'tenant Greenfeel got awn." "Jerry! you cut me to the heart!"