Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 141: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XV A TREASURE GOES UP IN SMOKE “YT am [Troupe Anderson;— and I want my brother!” “Troupe? Troupe? — Troupe!’’ He rushed forward — remembered — and stopped short. “Go back! Oh, go, Troupe! Here ’s smallpox!” , There was a movement in the cedars — and a musical laugh. “Is that all? I’ve rubbed elbows with the scourge a thousand times, Tom Calvert.” Tom made a rush; burst through the cheveaux-de-frise of stunted bushes; and a tall fellow in a military cloak sprang to meet him. Jroupe’s strong arms were around the boy’s naked shoulders. “Troupe! Can it be your”’ “Took me for a ghost, eh?”’ “T did; that I did —”’ “My dear fellow, 1’m the one who should ask, ‘Can this be you?’ How came you here? In this — er — disguise? What in Heaven’s name does it mean?” Tom’s breast heaved against the gold-laced sleeve. A tremor went through the soldier’s body. “Long story. Tell you the whole thing presently. Never mind me! It’s you I want to talk about. Thank God, you’ve come! Dear, dear old chap! Come on — to the campfire. Want to see your face, ‘my beautiful brother Troupe, as Lady Pantoufle always calls you!” “Bosh! But I’m something better than good-looking, Tom Calvert. I am Captain Anderson — at last.” “Hurrah! Captain Anderson, I salute you!” wringing the young officer’s hand. “This is glorious news. ‘ Pro- moted for gallantry on the field,’ I’ll bet my onliest half- joe — or I would if I had one!” Gomicsdoo SS (E©) m