My Lady of Doubt by Randall Parrish
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"No, sir, but one of my men was riding about with him all day--Watts; I heard him telling about it an hour ago." "Is that so? Where'd they go?" "Covered everything, I judge, from Callowhill to the Lower Battery. Watts said he asked questions of everybody they met, but he didn't take any notes. He liked the fellow, but thought he was mighty inquisitive. Where is he now, sir?" "The devil knows, I don't, and you'll have to find out. He'll head northwest likely; he'll never try to cross the river here. How many men have you?" "Twenty." "Scatter them to every north post. The fellow had no horse, and your troopers can easily get ahead of him. Hurry up now." Carter departed with click of steel, and MacHugh evidently turned to his companion. "We'll catch the lad all right, Grant. Some of those outposts will nab him before daylight. No use our waiting around here; let's go back upstairs." The girl's nervous grasp on my arm tightened, her lips pressed close to my ear. "I--I must get back to my place at the table," she whispered. "Surely you know what to do; this is a rear door; there are stables a hundred feet |
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