Oh, shut up! I'll git to Dodge all right.

Won't hurt me none to walk." The eyes of the two men met understandingly, and Hamlin took the rein in his hand.

Gaskins started to speak, but thought better of it.

A moment he stood, irresolute, and then swung up into saddle, his glance ignoring the Sergeant.
"Attention! company," he commanded sharply.

"By column four--march!" The girl spurred her horse forward, and held out her hand.
"Good-bye," she said, falteringly, "you--will be careful." "Of course," and he smiled up into her eyes.