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UNION OR CONFEDERATE? cutting the Indian head out of one of the big, old, copper cents.

"The same," says Dave.

"Let me see that," says I.

He handed it over to me.

"Well," I says, "when I was more a fool than I am now, I was a little bit of a Copperhead. This is the thing they used to wear to show each other who they was."

"And you couldn't do so little for the cause as to help run a few mules across the border to-night, and lead a few recruits south of the Potomac, you and our other friends here?"

"I won't think of it," says Dave, "unless it's a thousand—mules. A few are not enough!"

He drags me off.

And that night at the table, Dave tells all about the fun he'd had that day, being taken for Mallory, and tells Evelyn he's going to take her around the next day, to have some fun, too, and see whether they'll take her for Mallory.

Evelyn got as white as a sheet, and nearly fell off her chair. 127