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Updated: June 19, 2025
"There's an unsatisfied attachment for fifteen thousand dollars resting against him at the Fourth National Bank at this very moment." Loring's indignation gave way immediately to grave concern. "So that's why Close was trying to get him on the 'phone all afternoon!" he mused. "Mr. Gresham," called Polly sharply, "how do you come to know about this so quickly?"
Eyrecourt or her address. "Thanks to Lord Loring's picture gallery," he thought, "I have found the man!" He took up his pen and made a little memorandum "Winterfield. Derwent's Hotel." To Mr. Bitrake. Private and Confidential.
A general of Loring's temper and pretensions would scarcely have submitted to the separation of his brigades, and would probably have become even more discontented had Garnett, the leader of the Stonewall Brigade, been left in command at Romney, while he himself played a subordinate part at Winchester. It is only too possible, however, that matters were past mending.
Let's see, you were judge advocate, weren't you?" "Yes. And his name was Nevins." "Ah, yes. Dismissed, I believe. What ever became of him? There was a rumor that he had died." "So the consul at Guaymas reported," was Loring's brief reply. "Well, was it never settled? Wasn't it proved in some way? I heard a story that his wife had followed him out there.
But that afternoon was held a long conference at department headquarters, which caused some wonderment among the officers not included, Stone especially, and there were many eyes on Loring's grave face as he finally came forth from the General's room, and without a word of explanation went straight to his own.
Among them he recognized several of Loring's herders, armed and evidently equipped with horses, for they were booted and spurred. He pushed back his hat. "Vamose, eh? I'll be damned if I do." The Mexican whipped his gun out and covered Sundown, who wisely put up his hands. Two of the men crawled through the fence, secured Sundown's horse, and ordered him to dismount.
"Here she is. Take a look." The old sheep-man swung out the cylinder and pointed with a gnarled and horny finger. The men closed in and gazed in silence. One of the shells was empty. Loring handed the gun to Shoop. "I'll ask Jack," said the foreman. When he returned to the group he was unusually grave. "Says he plugged a coyote this mornin'." Loring's seamed and weathered face was expressionless.
Gilbert retired across the Elk, and the suspension bridge was destroyed. Loring's artillery made a dash for a hill on the left bank of the Kanawha, which commanded the new position taken up by Lightburn's troops, and the Confederate battery soon opened an enfilade fire across the river, taking the line of breastworks along the Elk in flank and in reverse.
But Loring's men and horses both were sorely wearied now, and at sundown the little command reached a sheltered nook where grass, wood, and water were abundant. Here restfully, yet anxiously they bivouacked until three in the morning, and then once more, refreshed but alert and cautious, watchful of their prisoners and watchful of the signs ahead, on they sped for Folsom's ranch.
A good work were well done quickly. I will not linger when minutes are so precious." "God speed you!" whispered Mrs. Denison, as they parted, a few minutes later at the door. IT was an hour from the time Mr. Hendrickson left the house of Mrs. Denison before he found himself in one of Mrs. Loring's parlors. He had been home, where a caller detained him.
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