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THEY left shortly after midnight, with Major Hurd's dispatch tucked inside Terry's shirt along with the General Dodge letters. The men of the wagon corral, except the sentries, were asleep, but Colonel Seymour had stayed up. He and the major shook hands with the two couriers.
"Good luck to you. We'll depend on your sending that escort and opening the line again."