About two o'clock
Of course I thought first about my errand , and my mind was on every turn of the road and every speck in the landscape , but all the same there was one corner of it -- or of something -- that did n't forget that red-headed girl -- not an instant . I kept wondering if I 'd ever see her again , and I was mighty clear that I would , if there was enough left of me by the time I could get off duty to go and look her up . The touch of her hands stayed with me all day . `` About two o'clock or so we passed a house , just a cabin , but a neat sort of place , and I looked at it as I did at everything , and saw an old negro with grizzled hair standing some distance in front of it . Now everything reminded me of that girl because she was on my mind , and instantly I was struck with the idea , that the old fellow looked like the servant who had been locking the bag in the house by Germania Ford . I was n't sure it was the same darky , but I thought I 'd see . There was a patch of woods back of the house , and I ordered the party to wait there till I joined them , and I threw my bridle to a soldier and turned in at the gate .