Cobb

Cobb, too, had gotten such a letter and his nostrils raced to the scent of blood.

The two women crouched beside the closed door of Mr. Cobb's room.

He is within close musket-shot of Cobb's brigade, lying behind the stone-wall at the base of the hill.

"Jasper does not mean a word of it," said Mrs. Cobb, at the same time hoping that he did.

A moment later Mollie led Cobb toward Marie, who was standing by the window at the side of the room.

Mr. Cobb is going to be Uncle Sam and drive us on the stage.