"Wal, from what direction did they come, Miss?"
"It would be hard to say, sir, there are so many echoes," replied the girl.
"Did you see the flash?"
"No, sir," said Peggy.
"You couldn't tell who fired them shots, could you Miss?"
"No, I couldn't," said Peggy truthfully. "Did you get Major Eaton?" She asked this question with her heart in her mouth. At the inquiry the guerrilla broke into a loud guffaw, in which his comrades joined sheepishly.
"Wal, I should rather say not, Miss. Why that 'ere hoss your cousin rode is just a streak of greased lightning. He ran right out of sight and sound of us in about fifteen minutes. He must be over in West Virginy by this time ef that is where he is agoing."
Peggy dared risk no further questioning so she said frigidly, "My uncle has just died and there are many things I must do for him, so, good night."
