[The Tree of Appomattox by Joseph A. Altsheler]@TWC D-Link bookThe Tree of Appomattox CHAPTER II 40/45
Dick carried a silver whistle, upon which he blew a signal for the rest of his men to join them, and then he and the sergeant went slowly up the road.
He was deeply chagrined at the escape of the rifleman, and the curse of the woman lay heavily upon him. "I don't see how it was done," he said. "Nor I," said the sergeant, shaking his head. There was a sharp report, the undoubted whip-like crack of a rifle, and a man just behind, uttering a cry, held up a bleeding arm.
Dick had a lightning conviction that the bullet was intended for himself.
It was certain also that the shot had come from the house. "Back with me, sergeant!" he exclaimed.
"We'll get that fellow yet!" They galloped back, sprang from their horses, and rushed in, followed by the original little troop that had entered, Dick shouting a direction to the others to remain outside.
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