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Title: At the front
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Optic, Oliver, 1822-1897 Shute, A. B. ill Lee and Shepard. pbl C.J. Peters & Son. prt Berwick & Smith. prt Norwood Press. prt
Subjects: Youth Conduct of life Voyages and travels Adventure stories Armed Forces Soldiers Battles Guerrilla warfare Cavalry Rifles Youth and death
Publisher: Boston : Lee and Shepard
Contributing Library: Brandeis University Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Library Consortium Member Libraries

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Save me, Major Lyon! cried the terrifiedmaiden when she saw him. Release the lady, yon villain! shonted Deck,as savagely as thongh he had been a bandit him-self, just as Captain Artie joined him. The guerilla looked at him, and made no at-tempt to escape, even when he saw the two offi-cers with drawn sabres in front of him. He wasa bold and daring fellow, and evidently knew nosuch thing as fear. He had a musket slung overhis shoulders; but it was a useless weapon to himas long as he held his prize. On the other hand,Deck and Artie could do nothing without thedanger of injuring Grace. What be you g^ine to do about it, Yanks ? demanded the ruffian, after he had looked hisassailants over a moment with a coolness thatwould have been admirable in a better cause. This gals my prize, and Im gwine to kerry herover inter Tennessee in spite o any young cubslike you uns. Do you see them men riding upthe road yender? I blong to that crowd, anyou uns better make yoursels skeerce fore theygit here.
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What be You gwine to do about It? Faye 2G4 GRACE MORGAN AND THE GUERILLA 265 This is an outrage, and it is a disgrace to anysoldier to be guilty of it, replied Deck, as he sawthe steed of Win Milton bounding like a rocketout of the woods. I aint no soldier; we uns fight on our ownhook. Save me, Major! gasped Grace, who seemedto think that the two officers could assist her. You neednt have said you were no sol-dier, for that was plain enough before, addedDeck, who wished to occupy the attention of theruffian till Milton reached the road; but therewas no need for him to say anything more, for thelieutenant dashed into the road, and in a momentmore he had reached the scene of the parley, justas the guerilla began to give something more ofhis argument. Milton evidently understood the situation at aglance, as he saw the two officers confronting theruffian. Artie had told the rifleman who carriedhis message, that Grace Morgan had been capturedby a man, who was carrying her off. The lieuten-

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