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"Who's afraid of half a dozen cops?" said a burly ruffian, who carried a slunfg-shot. "There's enough of us to eat 'em up." "That's the talk, Bowersox," said another. "You go in and get the first bite." "That's my style," said Bowersox. "Come along, Offitt. Where's Bott? I guess he don't feel very well. Come along, boys! We'll slug 'em this time!"
He stood with eyes fixed upon the ground. "Prisoner," said Lieut. Bowersox, "this court has met to try you. Look around upon the members, and see if there is any one to whom you have objection. If so, state it." Shorty glanced listlessly from the head of the table toward the foot.
"The regiment can't spare him. He's the best soldier in it, and he's my pardner." "He may live, but it's a very slender chance," said the Surgeon. "Men live in this war against all science and experience, and it is possible that he may." "Major," said Lieut. Bowersox, coming in, "I understand that two of my men were brought in here wounded.
She hustled away to the kitchen, and Si and Shorty explained to the Deacon the circumstances of their visit, and that they must leave by the next train going east, in order to keep their promise to Lieut. Bowersox. The Deacon immediately started Abraham Lincoln and the boy on saddle horses to bring in the neighbors to see the boys, and get the money that had been sent them.
Bowersox interrupted, "I know all about that, but what are we goin' to do?" Offitt paled a little, but did not flinch at the savage tone of the surly brute. He began again in his smoothest manner: "I am of the opinion that the discussion of sound principles, such as we have listened to to-night, is among the objects of our order.
Bowersox starting off with the right of the 200th Ind. Then he heard little Abel Waite say: "I know that Si Klegg has some things on him that his folks' d like to have. I know where they live. I'm goin' to git 'em, and send 'em to 'em." "Make haste, then, young feller," he heard Wat Burnham growl. "Don't let the rebels ketch yer. We're movin' now."
Catching sight of Bowersox lying motionless on the grass, he ordered, "Two file-closers from the right, go and bring in that man!" But at that moment Bowersox moved, sat up and looked about him, and, suddenly remembering where he was, struggled to his feet and half-ran, half staggered to his friends in the street.
"You're a soldier already." LIEUT. Bowersox, Si, Shorty and the recruits left the woods and entered a large clearing, in the midst of which was a log cabin, with a few rude outbuildings. Over it flew the yellow flag of the hospital service, and beyond could be seen the parked trains and other evidences of the line-of-battle.
"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." And he fell back exhausted on his blanket. THAT evening Lieut. Bowersox sent a telegram to Deacon Klegg.
"Well, what's the matter?" asked Offitt. "Have you heered about Brother Bowersox?" "Never mind the brothering that's played out. What is there about Bowersox?" "He's dangerous; they don't think he'll live through the night." "Well, what of it?" This was not encouraging, but the poor Bread-winner ventured to say, "I thought some of the Brothers " But Offitt closed the subject by a brutal laugh.
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