“I, too,” said Milicent softly.
“Thank you,” there was a quiver in each voice now. “We will try to deserve your prayers, dear ladies.”
Then they bowed themselves out with smiling faces. One of them we never saw again.
CHAPTER XIV
THE LITTLE JEW BOY AND THE PROVOST’S DEPUTY
The Dutchman went with them to show them the way he said they must take. His wife came in and gossiped with us.
According to her account, it was a miracle that we had passed through the provost’s hands as well as we had.
“If de vimmins had peen dere, dey vould haf pult your close off, unt dey vould haf search you all ofer. I ton’t know as you haf anyding you not vant dem to see, but if you haf anyding, tey pe zhure to fint it. Te vimmins tat haf to pe dere to-tay vas gone avay somevare. If she had peen dere, you vas haf harter times tan you vas haf.”
I thought with a shudder of our muffs and satchels, our pictures in Confederate uniform, and those papers.
“Mine man say some volks vas arrested town te river to-tay. Dere vas dree laties unt von shentleman. Tey dry to cross at de Boint of Vrocks [Point of Rocks] unt tey vas took up unt sent pack.”
“What were their names?” we asked eagerly.