Just As I Stepped Off The Car, Mr. Davis, Quartermaster's Clerk,
Appeared And Took My Satchel, Assuring Me That Faye Was Right There
Waiting For Me.
This was so very unlike Faye's way of doing things,
that at once I suspected that the real truth was not being told.
But I
went with him quickly through the little crowd, and on up the
platform, and then I saw Faye. He was standing at one corner of the
building - all alone, and I recognized him instantly by the long
light-blue overcoat and big campaign hat with brim turned up.
And I saw also, standing on the corner of the platform in front of
him, a soldier with rifle in hand, and on the end of it glistening in
the moonlight was a long bayonet! I had lived with troops long enough
to know that the bayonet would not be there unless the soldier was a
sentry guarding somebody or something. I naturally turned toward Faye,
but was held back by Mr. Davis, and that made me indignant, but Faye
at once said quietly and in a voice just loud enough for me to hear,
"Get in the ambulance and ask no questions!" And still he did not move
from the corner. By this time I was terribly frightened and more and
more puzzled. Drawn up close to the farther side of the platform was
an ambulance, also an escort wagon, in which sat several soldiers, and
handing my trunk checks to Mr. Davis, I got, into the ambulance, my
teeth chattering as though I had a chill.
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