But I want mi Gunn!"No; you let him alone," snapped Shorty impatiently. "He'll keep. Lay down and git some sleep, I tell you. What need you bother about a dead rebel? He ain't makin' no trouble. It's the livin' ones that need lookin' out for."I've sold out my shares as of this morning, Fred. I'm through. I think you are, toowhether you know it or not just yet.
TWO:The Brigade Provost-Marshal rode up and sternly demanded what the disturbance was about. Shorty began a hot harrangue against young staff officers generally, and this particular offender, but Si got his arm across his mouth and muffled his speech. The Provost listened to the Aid's bitter indictment against both Si and Shorty."A Corporal from my Headquarters?" repeated the General, beginning to understand. "That's another development of that irrepressible Shorty." And he called:
TWO:I find Marvor after the fighting, once only, and I ask him what it is that is so important about this fighting. The Confederationthe masters we now haveare only masters like the ones we know. Marvor looks at me with a look as if he, too, is a master.
TWO:"They're all here," said the Sergeant, producing them, with a regretful air. "We've plenty of use for them as long as old Billings is on deck. Say," said he, stopping, as a brighter look came into his face, "I've got an idea."
Everything had become quite still all around during this dialog."Say, Corpril," broke in little Pete, "they say that them rebel cavalry kin reach much further with their swords when they're up on a hoss than you kin with your gun and bayonit, especially when you're a little feller like me, and they're quicker'n wildcats, and there's just millions of 'em, and" thE deAcon hE wAntid 2 go 2 the tranE & stop u. When hE