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“Reckon he is,” answered the Doctor.
“He's always looking for some one.
And, by-the-bye, those chaps are doing a heap of good for the cause just now. A Northern man stands no show for his life in these parts if the safety committee spots him. They hang 'em on suspicion.”
“ That's right,” said Webster, coolly.
“I believe in hanging every Northern man that comes prowling around.
They don't deserve a trial, for they have no right here anyway.”
But cool and collected as Webster outwardly appeared, it must be admitted that he was inwardly ill at ease.
There was now no longer the shadow of a doubt in his mind that this long-haired agent of the safety committee was following him and watching his every movement, and that any attempt on his part to return to the North would betray him and cause his arrest.
“The only reason I have not already been arrested,” mused the scout, “is because they are not sure whether I came from the North or not. They merely suspect, and are watching me to see if I undertake to return northward.
Such an act would confirm their suspicions, and I would be arrested and probably put to death as a spy. It stands me in hand to give them the slip before I take the back track.”
After spending a very pleasant day at the camp, he returned to Memphis on the latest boat that night, informing Dr. Burton that he was going to Chattanooga
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