Then we gave him the bottle of whisky and he disappeared round the corner.

"Now you are safe," said Crenshaw.

"Make tracks." But as I turned away and out of sight I began to consider the situation.
Suppose that picket on the outpost reported to the provost marshal general that he had passed a relative of Mrs.Dana?
What then?
Provost guard.

Drumhead court-martial.

Shot at daylight.