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uniform was pinned beside the gray one his mother had made.
With his sword buckled around the waist.

Bob was at last dismissed to his room, and the Colonel
and Mrs, Stafford settled themselves before the fire, hand in
hand, to talk over all the past. They had hardly started,
when Bob rushed down the stairs and dashed into their
room.
u Papa ! papa ! the yard’s full of Yankees ! ”

Both the Colonel and Mrs. Stafford sprang to their feet.
"T h ro u g h the back d o o r!'1 cried Mrs. Stafford, seizing
her husband.
11 He cannot get out that way— they are everywhere ; I

saw them from my window/' gasped Bob, just as the sound
of trampling without became audible,
“ Oh I what will you do? Those clothes ! If they catch
you in those clothes!” began Mrs. Stafford, and then stopped,
her face growing ashy pate. Bob also turned even whiter
than he had been before. He remembered the young man

who was found in citizen's clothes in the autumn, and knew
his dreadful fate. He burst out crying, " O h T papa! will
they hang you ? " he sobbed.
" I hope not. my son/’ said the Colonel, gravely. " C er­

tainly not. tf 1 can prevent it/' A gleam of amusement stole
into his eyes. lj It’s an awkward fix, certainly/1 he added.
IfYou must conceal yourself/1 cried Mrs, Stafford, as a
number of footsteps sounded on Lhe porch, and a thundering
knock shook the door, " C o m t here/’ She pulled him