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This was not what might be called pleasant news. "Why didn't you tell us before?" asked Jenks. "I hadn't the heart to," returned Macgreggor. "You boys were all so cheerful." Watson cleared his voice. "I tell you what it is, boys," he whispered, as he gave Waggie a mournful pat; "if we don't want to be buried in an Atlanta graveyard we must escape!" George's white face flushed at the thought.
"Here, here," he shouted; "if there's any one in this cabin, come out or we'll have you out!" At first there was no response, save a bark from Waggie. The leader rattled savagely at the door. "Let's break in," he cried to his companions, "and see if the place has any one in it!"
And their feelings! They were hungry, dispirited, exhausted. All the pleasure seemed to have gone out of life. "We can't stay in this charming spot all night," said Watson, sarcastically. "I suppose a rock is as good as anything else we can find," answered the boy gloomily. "Poor Waggie! Why did I try to drag him across the river?" "Poor little midget," said Watson.
Thereupon, in the gloomy woods, the future spies formed themselves, as their inclinations directed, into six parties or detachments, four containing three men each, and two containing four. Andrews was to proceed southward alone, without an escort. Poor George Knight and Waggie appeared to be left out in the cold. George was burning to join the expedition.
They all ate with a will, including Waggie, who was given a private lot of bones by the fireside. When the supper was over the farmer arose abruptly. "I s'pose you fellows have had a pretty long tramp, and want to go to bed," he said. "We keep good hours in this house, anyway, and turn in early at night so that we may turn out early in the morning."
They expected to meet with some resistance, due to a bolt or two; but, instead of that, the door flew open so suddenly that they were precipitated into the cabin, and lay sprawling on the ground. It had been latched but neither locked nor bolted. "We were too smart that time," growled Watson, as the three picked themselves up, to the great excitement of Waggie. "The place must be deserted.
But he realized that he was playing a part for the good of his General, and his General's cause, and he resolved to maintain, as well as he could, his new character of a Southern sympathizer. Farmer Hare gave to each of the visitors a surly recognition. Waggie walked up to him, sniffed about his boots, and uttered a low growl. It was plain that the dog did not approve of the master of the house.
It was evident that the dapper young man was not popular. He made no answer, but went away. "Will that freight never turn up?" thought Andrews. Suddenly there came a barking from the baggage car nearest the tender, wherein were confined the majority of the party. George's heart beat the faster as he listened; he knew that the querulous little cries were uttered by Waggie.
One of my sons Esau caught sight of this man and boy on the edge of the river late this afternoon. He says the boy had a dog. "Yours, "Charles Jason." After Miss Cynthia finished the reading of this letter there was a silence in the room almost tragic in its intensity. Watson sprang to his feet, as he threw his pipe on the hearth. Waggie woke up with a whine. The Reverend Mr.
In a couple of minutes the three travelers were striking out from the back of the house into the slush, and rain, and blackness of the night. Waggie was occupying his usual place inside a pocket of George's overcoat. He had supped regally at the Hares on bacon and bones, and he felt warm and at peace with the world.
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