"I believe if you'll give me another company I can make a rush across there and scatter those fellows," answered the Captain.
ONE:"Okay, it isn't," Albin said. "So make it a game. Just for a minute. Think over all the jobs you can and make a choice. You don't like being here, do you? You don't like working with the Alberts. So where would you like to be? What would you like to do?" He came back to the chair, his eyes on Dodd, and sat suddenly down, his elbows on his knees and his chin cupped in his hands, facing Dodd like a gnome out of pre-history. "Go on," he said. "Make a choice."
TWO:Another step."I'm glad." He was no more than polite. There was no more in him, no emotion at all. He had reached a blank wall: there was no escape for him or for the Alberts. He could see nothing but pain ahead.
TWO:"I wasn't paying any attention to you," Alf's fine tenor replied, as his rammer rang in his barrel. "I've got business o' my own to 'tend to. There's a feller over there that's firing buckshot at me that I've got to settle, and here goes.""Don't know about that," said Shorty despairingly. "We've bin gone some little time and they're quick-footed little rascals."
"Mebbe they'll come closter next time," said little Pete with a shiver, as he trotted a little nearer Shorty.Then he called out sternly as he raised the revolver in his left hand:"My name's Corporal Elliott. You will address me as such," answered Shorty."You won't send for me, if yo'uns is a-gwine on ter fout we'uns up at the mill. We'uns chaw yo'uns up, or run y' outen the country."In despair, the Deacon turned to a man who wore a Major's shoulder-straps.