Chapter 19 No.19

D'ri and I left the chateau that afternoon, putting up in the red tavern at Morristown about dusk.

My companion rode away proudly, the medal dangling at his waistcoat lapel.

"Jerushy Jane!" said he, presently, as he pulled rein. "Ain't a-goin' t' hev thet floppin' there so-meks me feel luk a bird. Don't seem nohow nat'ral. Wha' d' ye s'pose h