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Beyond was a bluff of poplar and white oak, and as the riders passed

round it, the gleam of a cah the trees

"Hist; here they are We shall go behind this clump and pitch our

tent; then we can see how affairs stand"

The horses were corralled, the tent pitched, a fire lighted; and

Julie was busy breaking branches for pillows Annette prepared the

supper

"What is your next step, enious hero mistress?"

"To steal up near the cas;

or whether the worst has happened" Her fingers trembled a little as

she ate; but her heart was as brave as a lion's

"Take your pistol, Julie, and let us go" The night was pitchy dark,

although the fog had rolled away; for the ht came frole, across bare htly

as a pair of fawns, till the ware camp-fire