Comes every other night reg'lar.

But I'll be all right for battle to-morrow, when we lick you Yankees out of the other boot, having licked you out of one to-day." "All right, old Yazoo," laughed Dick.

"Go on and have your chill, but if you see Woodville tell him Mason is waiting down here by the wood." "I'll shorely do it, if the chill don't git me fust," said the yellow Mississippian as he strolled away, and Dick knew that he would keep his word.
The lad lingered at the spot where he had met the man, hoping that by some lucky chance Woodville might come, and fortune gave him his wish.

A slender figure emerged from the dark, and a voice called softly: "Is that you, Mason ?" "Nobody else," replied Dick gladly, stepping forward and offering his hand, which young Woodville shook warmly.

"I was hoping that I might meet you, and I see, too, that you can't be hurt much, if at all." "I haven't been touched.