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She flashed her lamp once, to get her bearings, and then set off down the lane toward the swamp road. There was not a light in any house she passed, not even in Mr. Fen Llewellen's cottage. "I guess Margaret's fast asleep," murmured Nan, as she passed swiftly on. The rain beat down upon the girl steadily, and Nan found it shivery out here in the dark and storm.
Here stood the great tree with a big hollow in it, Margaret Llewellen's favorite playhouse. For a moment Nan hesitated. The place looked so dark and there might be something alive in the hollow. But she plucked up courage and flashed her lamp into it. The white ray played about the floor of the hollow.
They waved their guidon back, and as our right wing was now in touch with the regulars, I left Jenkins and O'Neill to keep the connection, and led Llewellen's troop back to the path to join the rest of the regiment, which was evidently still in the thick of the fight.
So thick was the jungle that it was very difficult to keep together, especially when there was no time for delay, and while I got up Llewellen's troops and Kane's platoon of K Troop, the rest of K Troop under Captain Jenkins which, with Bucky O'Neill's troop, made up the right wing, were behind, and it was some time before they got into the fight at all.
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