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“I know it,” Roxy whimpered. “I wasn’t afraid of them. The tall one looked like my father.”

“What made you run then?” asked Mrs. Delfield, but before Roxy could answer Dulcie, smiling and bobbing her turbaned head, appeared in the doorway.

“What is it, Dulcie?” Mrs. Miller questioned, wondering if the fleeing Yankee had been overtaken.

“De Yankee-man was hid up, Miss, down clus to de road; an’ when dose sojers come a-racin’ up de slope de Yankee-man put out ob de bushes an’ hists hisse’f on to one hoss, an’ he hoi’s on to de udder one and off he goes!” and Dulcie flourished both hands to show how swiftly the fleeing man had disappeared.

“Oh, goody! Goody!” exclaimed Roxy, jumping up from the sofa where she had been sitting beside her mother, and running toward Dulcie. “Which road did he take? Was he out of sight before the men knew he was gone? Did he get away?” she questioned eagerly.

“For de lan’ sakes!” exclaimed the bewildered Dulcie. “W’ich one ob dose questions you spect me ter reply to, Missy? You kinder be-willers me!”