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So, just change seats with me." They exchanged. The slave girl sank forward upon her face moaning and sobbing. Harry silently wept. "Now, Gholson, you know me; draw pistol." Gholson drew; I grew sick. "Ready," Gholson came to a ready and so did the Colonel; "aim," Gholson slowly aimed, the Colonel kept a ready, and Oliver, for the first time took his eyes from him and gazed at Gholson. "Fire!"
"Oh, thank God!" he cried with a wild gesture and sank low in the saddle; but instantly he roused again: "Oh, don't stop me, Smith; if I once stop I'm afraid I'll never get to her!" I stopped him. "Why, Gholson, you're burning up with fever." "Yes, I started with a shaking chill. I'm afraid, every minute, I'll go out of my head. Oh, Smith, Oliver's alive!
"Well, I can name several! I don't call Scott Gholson anybody, but there's Major Harper No, I'm not talking too loud, Ned isn't hearing a word. Major Harper's so hot against this thing that he brought it up, with me, yesterday on the battlefield." "Major Harper doesn't really know her," I softly remarked. Harry swore with military energy. "I told him he didn't, and he fairly snorted.
I knew Ned Ferry was having that inner strife with which we ought always to credit even Gholson's sort, and I had a loving ambition to help him "take the upper fork." So doing, I might help Charlotte Oliver fulfil the same principle, win the same victory. When, therefore, Gholson put the question to me squarely, Would I speak to Ferry?
Gholson turned yellow and spoke things nobody heard, and Ferry tried to drown Harry's loud declarations that the word he had brought to Ferry was for him to stay, and that he had found him saddling up to go in search of his company. "Isn't that so, Ned? Now, now, isn't that so?" We left the table all laughing but Gholson.
"I will have to fight you in his place." "Why, Ned! Ned! you you astound me! Wha' what do you mean?" "That is what I mean, Harry. You know many times you have heard me say I don't believe in that kind of thing; I find that worse than the religion of Gholson; yet still, what shall I say? we are but soldiers anyhow this time I make an exception in your favor.
Camille declared she did not and would not believe there had been any fault with any one, anywhere, and especially with Mr. Gholson, and I liked Lieutenant Helm less than ever, noticing anew the unaccountable freedom with which Camille seemed to think herself entitled to rebuke him.
Smith, I've been listening to Mr. Gholson talking with aunt Martha and Estelle; I don't wonder you and he are friends; I think his ideas of religion are perfectly beautiful!" At our two-o'clock dinner I found that our company had been reinforced. On one side of Camille sat I; but on the other side sat "Harry." Great news the aide-de-camp brought us; from Lee, from Longstreet, Bragg and Johnston.
Gholson sat down on a log and cried outright. Medard took the matter more philosophically the horse was none of his it was Lieutenant Foster's. Robert characteristically looked around to see whom he could knock down on the occasion; but there was no one visible on whom to wreak their vengeance.
In the feeble rays of an old tin lantern, on some gunny-sacking that lay about the gin-room floor, sat old Dismukes cross-legged and smiling, with arms folded and revolver dangling from his right hand, at full cock. On one side crouched Harry and I, on the other side Gholson and the slave woman.
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