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Halliburn; for he believed the officers would be anxious to solve what was now a mystery to them. "What's going on here, Sergeant?" demanded the captain as soon as Life came within speaking-distance of him. "We uns have had a bit of a scrimmage here with Confed'rit cavalry," replied the sergeant as he reined in his steed, and saluted the captain. "A skirmish?" said the captain.
Milton had not entered the house before, and had not seen the persons on the sofas. He followed the lieutenant into the room where the man lay. Going nearer to him than before, he discovered that the gentleman was strapped to the sofa so that he could not move. "It is Mr. Halliburn!" was the whispered exclamation of Win. "Hush!
"No, I was not; besides, I was tired out with the load I carried, and I felt as though I could go no farther." "How far from here does Colonel Halliburn live?" asked Life. "It is more than a mile from this road." "I reckon this box will not be very safe with him, for there's more gorillas runnin' loose about this country than there is skippers in an old cheese. Kin you ride horseback, Grace?"
Halliburn was mentioned; and the manner in which the guerillas had been bagged excited the attention of the officer, and he asked then who commanded the second platoon. "I did, Captain," replied Deck, looking on the floor of the parlor. "It was very adroitly done, and you exhibited very good strategy." Deck bowed, and went on with his narrative.
"I am very glad to see you, Mr. Halliburn, for I hope I shall soon be able to relieve you of your troublesome visitors," replied Deck, taking the hand the planter extended to him. "I am not a man of war or blood, and I have submitted with what resignation I could command to the outrages of these myrmidons of sin," continued the ex-clergyman.
"I am under very great obligations to you, Colonel Halliburn," added the captain, "and I hope I shall be able to render you any service in a time of need which you may require." The commander of the company paroled the Confederate prisoners, and permitted them to retire with their horses.
I'm orderly sergeant of the fust company of the Riverlawn Cavalry. What's it all about?" asked Life, very tenderly for him. "Stephen Halliburn, who lives about half a mile over there, is my guardian.
"But you are only a single man; and what can you do against twenty ruffians?" asked the Kentucky girl, who still trembled, and did not seem to believe that the stalwart cavalryman could do anything to aid Mr. Halliburn. "About fifty on us," added Life quietly, still looking and listening. "I'm a scout sent out ahead of half the fust company marchin' this way.
Halliburn was captured a few days ago; but a very clever young lieutenant, whose name was Lyon, in command of a detachment of cavalry, entrapped the whole gang of ruffians in the house, and made prisoners of every one of them, without the loss of a man."
At the same moment Sergeant Fronklyn and Sandy Lyon rode furiously across the field, and halted in front of them, having just returned from their mission to the mansion of Colonel Halliburn. "Confederate cavalry!" shouted Fronklyn, when he was a considerable distance from the column. "Battalion halt!" shouted Deck in his loudest tones.
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