FORE:"Git back, you little rat," said Shorty, reaching out a long arm, catching the boy by the collar, and yanking him back. "Git behind me and stay there."
FORE:"Neither of us is a-going to die till we've put down this damned rebellion, and got home and married our girls," gasped Shorty with grim effort. "You can jist telegraph that home, and to ole Abe Lincoln, and to all whom it may concern.""I've got 128 with me," answered the Lieutenant. "What's the situation?"
FORE: it, in which there was a gentleman named Mr. Elliott. The
THREE:"Put on your bayonet and prod his hoss in the breast, and then give him 18 inches o' cold steel. That'll settle him. Go and lay down, Pete, I tell you. Don't disturb me. Don't you see I'm writing?"
THREE:"Blank your Captain," roared the voice; "I'm no Captain."
