A story of some Americans who commit a patriotic fraud upon the French Government to prevent recognition of the Confederacy -- scarcely a creditable exploit in the eyes of a nation that had sent assistance to America in the hour of need.
?" I said, "I will take care of you." How, I did not know.
It was an awkward business--probably a jealous husband; but there was no time to ask for explanations, nor was I so inclined. It seemed to me that we were leaving our pursuers, when again I heard the vehicle behind us, and, looking back, saw that it was rapidly approaching, and then, from the movement of the lanterns, that the driver in trying to overtake us must have lost control of his horse, as the lights were now on this side of the road, now on that. My driver drew in to the left, close to the wood, thinking, I presume, that they would pass us.
A moment later there was a crash. One of our horses went down, and the cabriolet--the lighter vehicle--upset, falling over to the right. As we came to a standstill I threw open the left-hand door saying: "Get out, madame! Quick! Into the wood!" She was out in an instant and, favored by the gloom, was at once lost to sight among the thick shrubbery. I shut the door and got out on the other sid