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& BRIGHT HYEs. 30 but I must:confess that I am suspicious of the spits and tricky waysof your folks.” sau ‘Why are you troubled? You have ondugh to eat, and you are are not harmed, . What more do you want?” =. “T want to git out of this here hole; I can’t: more’n Walt. Way breathe in it, and it don’t smell to Suit me. My natur is used to fresh air and plenty of it. Ef you mean well by us, you will let us out of this den.” Pa £154 The girl laughed merrily and musically. “Have patience,” she said, “and wait until you are taken Sut by those who brought you here. You ought to say your prayers and go to sleep.” “ L-ain’t used to sleepin’ without my rifle. Do you know Where they put our weepons, gal? ..Ef«you want to be clever, you will git ’em and bring ’em to us.” ' “ What have I to do with that? Itis noaffair of mine. What is the name of the officer ?” “ Charles Bent, at your service,” replied the lieutenant, stepping forward. The girl started, and looked: at him more closely. “ Are you the son of William Bent, the old trader — _ been appointed governor by the Yankees Pours “Much as I would like to be the son of a governor, a am obliged to confess that Iam not related to him.” “You need not wish it. What is your name, sefior a con tinued the girl, with a-smile to Royston. » “My. name. is Luke Royston, and I am-the: humble slave of your bright eyes and your sweet lips.” “ What a hard name! ~I must call you Sefior: Lites ia that is much easier. I should think, from your dress, that you are a slave of the > Yankee flag. gvon tired of oie here?” .., ue Not while you are present, Bright Eyes.” ~ “ You may call me Dolores. Suppose I go — ” “T should be in darkness and despair.” ““ Would you like to go with me?” “Would I like to live and breathe? Your eyes*would we > me light, and your smile would give me warmth, I. will follow you even to the end of the —— if you will let mie.” bg = COMEOOOKSxCOMn 4 * ~ . . Fy