"
"Show it to me," said I. "I'll go with you."
Making a slight detour to the rear, the soldier and I crept up to the
back of the tent indicated, pausing at a distance of twenty feet from
it.
Nothing definite could be made out in the darkness. A narrow, white
object was visible beneath the lower edge. Sending Clary back a few
yards to light up a palm, I fixed my eyes on the object mentioned, and
as the flames leaped up the trunk perceived by the flaring light a
small, white hand, holding in its fingers the loose tresses of
Brenda's hair. The question was settled. The captive girl was in the
third tent from the right of the line.
Waiting until the fire went out, Clary and I made our way back to our
former station.
"Go around the lines again, Clary, and tell Sergeant Rafferty to move
his men to a point from which he can cover the rear of the camp, and
open fire on all the tents except the third from the right."
"All roight, sor; th' b'ys 'll soon mak' it loively for th' rids."
"Tell the sergeant to light up some trees.
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