"Sure," said Groundhog confidently. "Kin git all you want, if you'll pay for 'em. But what's this gang you've got with you?"The boys stood on the banks of the Ohio River and gazed eagerly at the other side. There was the enemy's countrythere the theater in which the great drama was being enacted. Everything there had a weird fascination for them, as a part of, or accessory to, the stupendous play. It was like peeping under the circus tent, when they were smaller, and catching glimpses of the flying horses' feet."I ain't kickin' about it," said Shorty stubbornly. "I've got the worth of it."Still, though his blood was already warming with the exhilarating thrill, there were some twinges of conscience."Well, a good big heap."