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Sergeant Whitley, you're an experienced
trailer: do you see any signs that troops have passed here?"
"None at all, sir. Down near the gate where the drive is out of repair
I noticed wheel tracks, but they were several days old. The freshest of
them were light, as if made by buggies. I judge, sir, that it was the
family, the last to leave."
"And the wagons containing their valuables had gone on ahead?"
"It would seem so, sir."
Colonel Winchester sighed.
"An invader is always feared and hated," he said.
"But we do come as enemies," said Dick, "and this feeling toward us can't
be helped."
"That's true. No matter what we do we'll never make any friends here in
one of the Gulf states, the very core of Southern feeling. Dick, take
a squad of men and enter the house. Pennington, you and Warner go with
him."
Dick sprang down instantly, chose Sergeant Whitley first and with the
others entered the great portico. The front door was locked but it was
easy enough to force it with a gun butt, and they went in, but not before
Dick had noticed over the door in large letters the name, "Bellevue.


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