THREE:"Them's them awful kind o' rebels, ain't theythe John Morgan kindthat ride big horses that snort fire, and they have long swords, with which they chop men's heads off?""Si, you ketch on like a he snappin' turtle," said Shorty joyfully. "We'll jest help ourselves to them guns and cartridge-boxes, and then move our camp over a little ways, and skeet out airly in the mornin' for the front, and we'll be all right. Don't say nothin' to the Lieutenant about it. He'll be all right, and approve of it, but he mustn't know anything of it officially. You git the men up and I'll go over and give the Lieutenant the wink and tell him that we've found a much better bivouac about a mile further on."
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THREE:It was decided to hold all the prisoners in the lodge until morning, and two of the boys who had gotten pretty badly banged about the head were sent back to the railroad to relieve and assist the guard left there.The rest shuddered and grew pale at this horrible prospect.
THREE:"That's so," accorded the others, with a troubled look.
THREE:She didn't let him finish. "That's a lie." Her voice was not excited. It carried the length of the room, and left no echoes.