Landor rode over to Bob's place, and giving his horse to the trumpeter, strode in. There were eight men around the bar, all in campaign outfit, and all in various stages of intoxication. Foster was effusive. He was glad to see the general. General Landor, these were the gentlemen who had volunteered to assist Uncle Sam. He presented them singly, and invited Landor to drink. The refusal was both curt and ungracious. "If we are to overtake the hostiles, we have got to start at once," he suggested."Are you joking," he asked, "or what?"
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"Oh! wind that whistles, o'er thorns and thistles[Pg 115]"You might marry," Landor suggested. "You can always do that when all else fails.""Well, I didn't kill them, did I?" he whined.