nding to the prisoners you go on ahead and reconnoiter. You need not stop unless you see fit until you are clear into the lodge. Give one low whistle if you want us to stop, two to come ahead and three to go back.”
It was a moonless night, and the broom-like tops of the close-growing beeches made a dense darkness, into which Shorty plunged, but he could readily make out a well-beaten path, which he followed. 杭州水疗spa Occasionally he could make out dark figures moving just ahead of him or crossing the path.
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Big and lumbering as Shorty sometimes seemed in his careless hours, no wildcat gliding through the brush was more noiseless-footed than he now. He kept on the darker side of the path, but not a twig seemed to crack or a leaf rustle under his heavy brogans. Twice he heard lumbering steps in his rear, and he slipped behind the big trunk of a tree, and saw the men pass almost within arm’s length, but without a suspicion of his presence.
“Well, for men workin’ a dark-lantern job this is about the logiest crowd I ever struck,” he said rather 杭州桑拿按摩电话 disgustedly. “An elephant’d have to step on ’em before they’d know he was around. They ain’t hardly good fun.”
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“Probably a caucus outside to set up the pins before goin’ into the full meetin’,” he said to himself. “As I always like to be with the winnin’ side, I guess I’ll jest jine ’em.”
He advanced boldly into the opening. At the sound of his approach the men looked up, and one of those leaning on his gun picked it up and came toward him.
“You are out late,” he whispered, when within speaking distance.
“Yes,” answered Shorty. “And I was out late last night.”
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“I did.”
“What star was it?”
“It was the Star of Bethlehem.”
The first speaker had seemed to start at the sound of Shorty’s voice, but he recovered himself, and saying, “You’re right, my brother,” put out his hand for the grip.
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“Shorty!” ejaculated Si, joyfully, but still in a whisper. “I thought I knowed your voice. Where in the world did you come from?”
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“O,” said Si, “we’ve bin hearin’ about this Copperhead lodge for some time, and some of us boys who’s home on furlough thought that we’d come down here with the Deputy Provo and bust it up. We’ve bin plannin’ it a week or two. All these that you see, there are soldiers. I’ve 15, includin’ 杭州按摩全套服务 myself.”
The boys hastily conferred together as to the plan of operations, and one man was hurried back to inform Lieut. Bigelow of
