Augusta Huiell Seaman

“ But where in the world can that place be? 'Right-hand side from the house behind twenty-seven' means nothing at all—to me!"
"Well, it does to me!" suddenly exclaimed Sally, the natural-born treasure-hunter of them all. "Where else could they hide anything so safely as in that cave or tunnel? Nobody would ever suspect in the world! And I somehow don't think it meant the cave. I believe,"—and Sally's voice trembled with eagerness, "—I believe it means somewhere in the tunnel, on the right-hand side as you enter it from the cellar."
"But what about twenty-seven?" demanded Miss Camilla. ”

“ But promptly at two o'clock they were trailing through the pine woods and the meadow that separated it from the Roundtree farm-house.
"Do you know," whispered Sally, "crazy as I am to hear all about it, I almost dread it too. I'm so afraid it may have been bad news for her."
"I feel just the same," confided Doris, "and yet, I'm just bursting with impatience. Well, let's go on and hear the worst. If it's very bad, she probably won't want to say much about it."
But their first sight of Miss Camilla convinced them that the news was not, at least, "very bad." ”

“ But I can easily see that his fate would be certain were he seen by any of the Federal authorities in a Confederate uniform. Probably with many of them no explanation would save him; for that was the risk run by every scout—to be the prey of friend and foe alike unless he could get hold of some high authority in time. He has doubtless lain for all these years in an unknown grave, either in this State or in Pennsylvania."
"But—your father?" hesitated Sally. "Do you—do you think any thing queer—happened to him?"
"That I shall never know, either," answered Miss Camilla. ”