"What 'ell's the matter with you—search that man and let him go—"
"It would be a pity to tear up all those fruit trees!" the guard said with a yawn.
"I didn't think you'd bother 'em," Rowley answered indifferently, "but I know a soldier's duty—"
Another wagon dashed up in a hurry. The guard examined him and he passed on.
Again the Lieutenant called:
"Search that man and let him go!"
Rowley's face was a mask of lazy indifference.
The guard glanced at him and spoke in low tones:
"Your face is guarantee enough, partner—go on—"
Socola flanked the picket and joined Rowley. Near Hungary, on the farm of Orrick the German, a grave was hurriedly dug and the casket placed in it. The women helped to heap the dirt in and plant over it one of the peach trees.