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BETSY'S PIES AGAIN here seem to agree that you are an honest Union man."

"Yes, I am," I says, "straight through from here to here—"

I touched my bosom and my back.

"—and if anybody plays rebel monkey shines around here you'll know it as soon as I do."

"I like to hear that," says the officer.

He consults with his men, and then he turns to me and says—suddenly.

"Mr. Vonner, the Underground station is said to be not three miles to the south of this spot!"

"No!" says I, soprized like thunder.

"It is at Crider's tavern, or in that vicinity," said the officer.

"Well, by the Lord," says I, hot against Crider, "I owe him a few now. If he cuts up any tricks hereafter he'll get a load of buckshot from the old flint-lock!"

"This will be better," says the officer, taking a carbine from one of his men and handing 131