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"Follow the colors," he shouted.

"Halt the advance. Ambuscade!" gasped Harry.

Down the street they rode at full speed.

"You pretend to be men and call this war?"

To catch the rider as he reeled from the saddle.

He was looking into the muzzle of a revolver.

Her revolver was pointed at his breast.

An old man leaning on a staff.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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