the thick hair had been cut off for about six inches, as cleanly as though with shears. "A bullet from a hunting rifle in the Tennessee Mountains did that," he said.
"Where did the bullet go to?" asked Peggy innocently.
"I dug it out of the pommel of my saddle, the next day," said Halsey. "It nearly got me."
"Oh," cried Peggy and she edged a little nearer to the trooper.
"Hold up your foot," said Halsey, slapping the horse on his shoulder. He then showed Peggy a slight furrow in the horse's hoof close to the shoe.
"That is a new one," he said. "It was made at Five Points. It will grow out in a few weeks. Now look on his rump on the right side." Peggy did as requested and discovered a narrow, white line running for six inches across the horse's rump.
"A bit of shrapnel did that, at Wilson's Bluff. We went through hell that time, old Palo'mine and I."
"Oh," cried Peggy. "What a terrible
