THREE:
THREE:"Can't you hear," he squeaked, red in the face.A plague on names! But I was not done with them yet. We met other scouts coming out of the east, who also gave reports and went on westward, sometimes through the trackless woods. At a broad cross-road which spanned the whole State from the Alabama line to the Mississippi River stood another sergeant, with three men, waiting. They were the last.
THREE:
TWO:"Guess I'm the first Yankee y' ever caught, ain't I?" His smile was superior, but congratulatory.












