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Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"Love under Fire"

"I thank you for the
privilege."
"Good; when?"
"To-night, of course; there is ample time to prepare."
"How many men will you require?"
I hesitated, but for barely an instant.
"Not to exceed ten, General--a small party will accomplish as much as a
larger one, and be less liable to attract attention. All I need will
volunteer from my own company."
Apparently his own thought coincided with mine, for he merely looked at
me a moment with those searching gray eyes, and then turned to the map,
beckoning me to join him.
"Familiarize yourself with every detail of the topography of the
region," he said, his finger on the paper. "Colonel Parker will explain
anything you may need to know." He straightened up, and extended his
hand, the cigar still crushed between his teeth. "I believe you are the
right stuff, Lieutenant; young enough to be reckless, old enough to know
the value of patience. Are you married?"
I shook my head, with a smile, yet conscious my cheeks were flushed.
"Then I am going to say to you--go, and do the best you can. Parker will
give you any other instructions you desire. Good-bye, my lad, and
good luck."
He turned and left the room, my eyes following him until the door
closed.

CHAPTER XVII
BEGINNING THE NIGHT ADVENTURE
The colonel of engineers did not delay me long, and, eager to be away, I
made my necessary questions as brief as possible.


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