"I must see this beauty," said Hayward, laughing.
"You had better look out for your heart."
"Oh! no danger. I am not susceptible. Here is a young gentleman who is, however. How is it, Harry, do you think you will love this—this—what is her name?"
"Alibamo."
"Alibamo! Yes—soft—musical—poetical. Will you love Alibamo, Harry?"
"Very likely, captain," replied the adjutant.
"Well, we must proceed. Good-by, captain. I hope you will secure the powder!"
The parties now separated, Captain Hayward and his friends riding leisurely forward, until the others were no longer to be seen.
"I guess he'll git that powder over the left," said Nettleton, grinning a smile that reminded one of a large hole in the mountain.
"Search for your revolver, captain. Perhaps you have not lost it at all."