"Where is the sergeant?"
"At the stable, sir."
"Oh, yes; hope he has as good luck there--got them all?"
"Every bloomin' one of 'em, sir. They was quite nice about it."
An indignant voice spoke from the gray line.
"Blamed if it ain't Atherton! Say, Major, what does all this mean?"
I laughed, stepping forward so as to see the speaker's face.
"Captain Bell, isn't it? Thought I recognized your voice. I'm not
Atherton, although I believe I was introduced to you under that name
once. I have wanted to thank you ever since for bearing testimony in
my favor."
His jaw fell, his eyes staring.
"Who the devil are you then?"
"A Federal officer; my name is Galesworth."
"And this is no joke?"
"Well, hardly, Captain. I shouldn't advise you to take the affair that
way. These fellows here might not appreciate the humor of it."
I turned back, and met Miles in the hall, just as he came in through the
front door. He grinned at sight of me, evidently well pleased.
"Got every mother's son of 'em, sir," he reported. "Easy job too; never
had to fire a shot, and only hit one fellow; he started a shindy in
there," with a glance toward the dining-room. "There were five
gray-jacks out in the stable, all asleep, an' they was like lambs.
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