Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 202: what you’re looking at

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DYING FOR THE FLAG. 195 ing, perhaps; but I will send some of my men back with you.’’ ‘No need of that, Mose. I think I will go = but I can return alone, ’? answered Captain Chetwood. a But ‘‘Loyal Mose’’ insisted on sending a guard, and © at length the captain consented to accepting six of the ‘‘Loyal Tigers’’ as escort. Bidding Mose good-by, with the promise that they ee aeak meet on the morrow, if nothing occurredto pre- vent, the two friends separated. | Back over the turnpike leading past Fisher’s Hill to the old camp-ground the captain dashed, well sat- ished with the work of the day. He was still puzzled to know who Ned Bright was, and why he had interested himself in his behalf, and was resolved to know, should he ever meet the boy again. ‘Hello, captain !”” A loud voice greeted the ears of Chetwood as he rode up to a camp-fire near a clump of trees. ‘(Sim Johnson!’’ exclaimed the captain, as he rec- © ognized one of his own men, the first he had seen be- longing to his company since early morning. ‘“‘Tt’s me for a fact, captain, Lord, though, I never expected to see ye ag’in. It’s been an awful time.’’ “Tt has, indeed,’’? admitted the captain; ‘‘but the victory is ours at last, thank Heaven!”’ ‘“You bet. Little Phil made the fur fly.”? The soldier had gained his feet now—he had been reclining on the ground—and stood beside the ore | tain’s horse. ‘(Where are the rest of the boys, Sim ?”’ “Scattered all over,’’? answered Johnson. ‘‘Some of ’em have got to the Potomac by this time, I reckon,’’ and the man laughed, as if pleased. The captain was about to drive on, when J ohnson halted him again. ‘Say, captain, : come nigh forsettin’ sethenee a com ck 200 Ks co