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But jest as I was walking past the main gate, some one come out of the house and hurried away. I had a good look at him, an' " "Who was it?" asked Mark impatiently, for the old trapper was a slow talker. "It was the same man you're lookin' for," declared Bascomb. "I'm sure of it, an' he's hangin' out in the old Preakness house. If you want t' see him, why don't you go there?"
This letter was delivered afterwards to M. de Rochambeau, as well as several others, which want of space and interest do not allow us to insert. Camp at Preakness, July 4th, 1780.
And Blake sighed profoundly, and straddled the rail a picture of dejection. His auditors groaned in chorus, the customary recognition of one of Blake's puns, but gathered about him in manifest interest. With all his rattling nonsense he was a regimental pet. "But where is she from? What connection of the New Jersey Sanford?" "The Autocrat of the Preakness Stable, mean you? Marry, I know not.
"We will!" cried Jack. "Come on, Mark. I think we're on the trail at last." Eagerly the boys hurried forward, intent on making the best time possible to the old Preakness homestead, which was a landmark for miles around, and which, in its day, had been a handsome house and estate. Now it was fallen into ruins, for there was a dispute among the heirs, and the property was in the Chancery Court.
He thought he would be back in time to meet Jack, and so he strolled on, going more cautiously now, for, in a few minutes he would come in sight of the old, deserted house, and he did not know what he might find there. Mark's first sight of the Preakness homestead was of two old stone posts, that had once formed a fine gateway.
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