Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 85: what you’re looking at

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78 “LOYAL MOSE.” ‘“Charge, boys! No quarter to Mosby’s troopers!’’ It was a ringing command. 'The woods seemed to quake under the rapid dis- charge of rifles, and Confederate troopers fell like erain before the reaper’s scythe. Then came the rush of a body of Unionists on foot, firing as they advanced. The Confederate troop panties and fled precipi- entately. “Hurrah !”? A young man, clad in rusty blue, sprang into the road and raised the poor captain in his arms. Forty men followed at his back. ‘Good heavens! Royal Chetwood, is it you?’ ‘““Yes,’’ gasped the captain, tearing at the noose, which the young man quickly relieved him on “Who -are you ?’’ ‘Don’t you know me, Royal ?’’ ‘*Mose, 1s 1t possible ?’’ They clasped hands fervently. ‘“Thank God, I came in time.”’ ‘fYes,”” replied Royal, teebly, ‘St was touch and g0 with me.” This was the first meeting between the tivo friends since they parted at Richmond after the battle of Bull Run. ‘‘How glad Iam to see you again, Royal,’’ said the young man, enthusiastically. “And I you, my dear friend. Once more I owe my life to you.”’ ‘“There; say no more about it. That it was my good fortune to do so is a joy beyond expression. ’’ ‘You are truly a friend in need. Where have you been all these years of the war?’ ‘‘Always well—and always on the move. I'll ex- plain everything some other time. But tell me the meaning of this terrible outrage.’’ “I can only assign-it to personal enmity. I was ad- comicbooks (E(@)