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16156	Comstock, Harriet T. (Harriet Theresa)	Then Marched the Brave			.txt	text/plain	20184	1985	97	"'Tis from a secret path, mother," whispered Andy, catching his crutch. "Yes; I've heard, Ruth;" then, coming close, Andy poured out his misery Andy followed, wondering, but biding Ruth's time. "Not even your mother knows you as I do, Andy," she said. "I think no one else knows the way," Andy whispered, proudly; "an Indian The General clasped the boy's trembling hand, and Andy looked through "Andy!" Janie flung up her hands, and nearly fell from the step; "think, "I can help a little, mother." Andy drew near the quivering figure. "Ruth," said Andy in a whisper, "I think my chance has come!" Andy had told his mother and Ruth nothing of Washington's anticipated Ruth knew that Andy was near, but no breath was "Aye" (Ruth looked doubtful), "but a spy is not a good thing, Andy, no this way?" asked an officer noticing Andy and Ruth. "And Washington shall know!" breathed Andy.	./cache/16156.txt	./txt/16156.txt