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"Boss," panted little Mose, "I kin do everything to thisyer hoss but stop him. He sutny do love to run once he git goin'. All the way down the stretch he was asayin' to me: 'Come on, jock! Lemme go round again! Yes, suh, he was beggin' me faw 'notheh mile!" "Ah-hah," said Old Man Curry. "That's the way it looked to me. Well, to-morrow we'll let him do that extra mile, but we'll get up earlier.
He has been to Congress and he ran for senator once. And there may be still others if I could think of them." "Never mind the others; the two you've named will be sufficient. Whut did you say their names were, ma'am?" She told him. He repeated them after her as though striving to fix them in his memory. "Ah-hah," he said. "Ma'am, have you got some writin' material handy?
"Never you mind, Miss Brigadier," he comforted. "We'll have all those luxuries next time, or when I come to see you in Richmond after the war is over. Just now we'll do the best we can. Come along." Virgie got down from the wall and pattered up to the fire. "Is it ready yet?" she asked with the perfect directness of seven years. "In a minute now. Ah-hah! There she goes."
"Kee-gons?" we inquired as to the fishing in the lake. "Ah-hah," he assented. We drifted by each other without further speech. When the decent distance of etiquette separated us we resumed our paddles. I produced a young cable terminated by a tremendous spoon and a solid brass snell as thick as a telegraph wire. We had laid in this formidable implement in hopes of a big muscallunge.
"I knows him well 'nough to wish yo' hadn't 'vited him to do his floppin' in yo' tack-room!" "Ah-hah!" said Old Man Curry reflectively. "Mose, I reckon you never heard what Job said?" Jockey Moseby Jones heaved a deep sigh. "Heah it comes again!" he murmured. "No, boss; he said such a many things I kain't seem to keep track of 'em all. Whut he say now?"
"See those bayonets shining back there across the road. A whole regiment of infantry. And they're going up against our men across an open field! By Jiminy, but those Yanks will get a mustard bath. Ah-hah!" he chortled, as a roar of musketry broke out. "I told you so! Our boys are after them. Good work! Good work!"
Gid walled his eyes like a steer, and with a rub of his breast and an "ah-hah," he nodded at Low. "What do you think of that?" he cried. "Isn't it a miracle?" "Ah, it is very smooth," Low answered, sipping. "Most uncommon I should think." "Smooth," said Gid. "Did you say smooth? It is as silk woven in the loom of a dream. Wash, how does it strike you?" "I think it will help me," Sanders answered.
Nor did it seem to distress him deeply when the grave and learned lords of the highest tribunal of the commonwealth saw fit, as they sometimes did, to quarrel with a decision of his which, according to their lights, ran counter to the authorities and the traditions revered by these august gentlemen. "Ah-hah!" he would say in his high penny-flute voice when such a thing happened.
"One decent stand and we can hold them. Give it to them hard. Stand, I tell you. Stand!" All around him, however, men were falling and those who were left began to waver. "Steady, men! Don't flinch," came the shout again. "Ah-hah, you would, would you? Coward!" Morrison's sword held flatwise, thudded down on the back of a man who had flung away his gun. "Get back in the fight, you dog! Get back!"
Astounded at this sudden apparition the man shrank back for a moment, but almost as quickly regained his bluster. "Ah-hah, the beautiful Mrs. Cary, eh! I'm glad to see you looking so well and handsome." The words might as well have been spoken to the wind for all the notice that the woman paid them.
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