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That was me, I saw the Colonel of one o' the regiments point his sword straight at me as they came across the run, and tell his men to be sure and get me of all others." "Why didn't you shoot him, if you're such a deadshot?" asked Gid Mackall.
We're getting away with you." "Fall in here, boys, I tell you," said Si so sternly that Pete Skidmore stopped in his handspring, but seeing the bigger boys making no move to obey, decided that it would be improper for him to show any signs of weakness, and he executed his flip-flap. "Here, you're out, Gid.
'It may be the devil itself, said Gideon, disengaging himself, 'but I am going to see it. 'Don't be rash, Gid, cried his uncle. The barrister drew near to the sound, which was certainly of a portentous character. In quality it appeared to blend the strains of the cow, the fog-horn, and the mosquito; and the startling manner of its enunciation added incalculably to its terrors.
"Harry Joslyn," broke in Gid, "if you tramp on my heels just one more time, I'll knock your head off. I've told you often enough." "Well, you just keep off en my toes with them rockgrinders o' your'n," Harry retorted. "Silence in ranks," commanded Si. "Each rank will count twos." "What are twos?
"Yes," the Major replied, "and it will be worse. We are doomed." "How so? Keep on rushing till they wear us out? I reckon not. It would take five thousand men. God, but look at them lying out there. They were desperate, but they are toned down." "They've got a cannon loaded with the fragments of a stove and will fire it from that window," said the Major. Gid whistled and resumed his walk.
That I should have lived to see this day is a miracle. Shall I pour yours? There you are." They stood facing each other. With one hand Gid held high his glass, and with the other hand he pressed his heart. Their glasses clinked, and then they touched the liquor with their lips, sipped it, and Gid stretched his neck like a chicken. To have spoken, to have smacked his mouth, would have been profane.
"I'm told the Cap'n is makin' her a turrible nice husband," observed one of the store loungers. Broadway folded his specs into their case and came from behind the counter. "Bein' a bus'ness man myself," he said, "I come pretty nigh knowin' what I'm talkin' about. Kun'l Gid Ward can never flout and jeer that the man that has married his sister was nothin' but a prop'ty-hunter.
As Gid was passing the house of Wash Sanders, the endless invalid came out upon the porch and called him: "Won't you 'light?" "No, don't believe I've got time," Gid answered, slacking the pace of his horse. "How are you getting along?" "Not at all. Got no relish for victuals. Don't eat enough to keep a chicken alive. Can't stand it much longer." "Want to bet on it?" Gid cried. "What's that?"
But of course, as you say, that makes a change; it becomes scarce so much a public duty. And he sought and instantly found a fresh outlet for his alacrity. Gideon pled in vain to be allowed to join the party. 'No, Gid, said his uncle.
Now it came to pass that when I, Helaman, had heard these words of Gid, I was filled with exceeding joy because of the goodness of God in preserving us, that we might not all perish; yea, and I trust that the souls of them who have been slain have entered into the rest of their God.
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