"
Perkins whistled softly.
"Say," he said, "you look like a boy o' sense. What are you wastin'
your time in little things fur? Couldn't you find somethin' bigger an'
a heap more dangerous that would stir you up an' give you action?"
Harry laughed.
"I was set to do this task, Mr. Perkins," he said, "and I mean to do it."
"That shows good sperrit, but ef I wuz set to do it I wouldn't. Do you
know whar you are an' what's around you, Johnny Reb?"
"No, I don't."
"Wa'al, you're right inside o' the Union lines. The armies o' Patterson
an' McDowell hem in all this forest, an' I reckon mebbe it wuz a good
thing fur you that the storm came up an' you got past in it. Wuz you
expectin', Johnny Reb, to ride right into the Yankee pickets with that
Confedrit uniform on?"
"I don't know exactly what I intended to do. I meant to see in the
morning. I didn't know I was so far inside their lines."
"You know it now, an' if you're boun' to do what you say you're settin'
out to do, then you've got to change clothes. Here, I'll take these an'
hide 'em."
He snatched Harry's uniform from the chair, ran up a ladder into a
little room under the eaves, and returned with some rough garments under
his arm.
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