Herbert received them with avidity, and on his way back to the
Colonel's tent he examined their superscription.
There were three letters-all directed to Traverse Rocke. On two of
them, he recognized the familiar handwriting of Marah Rocke, on the
other he saw the delicate Italian style of a young lady's hand,
which he readily believed to be that of Clara.
In the midst of his anxiety on his friend's account rejoiced to have
this one little ray of comfort to carry him. He knew that many
months had elapsed since the young soldier had heard from his
friends at home--in fact, Travers never received a letter unless it
happened to come under cover to Herbert Greyson. And well they both
knew the reason.
"How very fortunate," said Herbert, as he rode on, "that I happened
to be at the General's quarters to receive these letters just when I
did; for if they had been sent to Colonel Le Noir's quarters or to
Captain Z.'s, poor traverse would never have heard of them. However,
I shall no distract Traverse's attention by showing him these
letters until he has told me the full history of his arrest, for I
wish him to give me a cool account of the whole thing, so that I may
know if I can possible server him. Ah, it is very unlikely that nay
power of mine will be ale to save him if indeed, and in truth, he
did sleep upon his post," ruminated Herbert, as he rode up to the
tent where the prisoner was confined.
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