Le Gaire failed to comprehend my anxious glance out the open window.
"We all better be at it," he said quickly.

"By the way, with that cavalry uniform you ought to have a horse.

We're leading one with Yankee accoutrements you can use.

Come on, Slade.

Miss Hardy, I hope to see you at your own home in a few days." He bowed, hat in hand, the girl rising to her feet, as the sergeant left the room.