"So We meet again," was the Salutation Artie received.
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"A string of falsehoods, Dan,—a string of falsehoods! Said you actually robbed a miller,—was going to hang him because he wouldn't give up his money," ejaculated Mrs. Bradner, excitedly. "I wanted Dick to give him the lash; the base Yankee deserves it."
"He deserves a rope—as they all do," said Gossley. "It was a fine thing to steal our hosses and sell 'em, wasn't it?"
"Your horses were not stolen, as I told that lady."
"They were—and my money was taken, too. The Riverlawns are a pack of thieves,—worse than any band of raiders that ever came out of Tennessee," stormed the irate leader of the ill-fated expedition to Greeger Lake.
"How much money did you have?" questioned Artie, calmly, hoping to draw the guerilla out.
"I had nearly two thousand dollars, all told."
"In Confederate money?"