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We're almost through, and then we'll salivate them whelps of damnation." A bullet came so nigh Si's face that it seemed to burn him, and then he heard it strike. Jim Humphreys fell without a groan a bullet through his brain. "Don't mind that. Forward, boys," shouted Si. "Here's the end of the abatis." Gid Mackall fell, and Harry Joslyn turned to help him. "Don't mind him.
True, he felt the degradation of the bound wrists, but must he not presently be triumphantly vindicated? He had been waiting for this moment all night. "Mercy! Not at all what I expected!" whispered Miss Mackall to the doctor. "The handsome wretch! Fancy! Carrying her off like what do you call him. Much too good for her. It's her they should punish!"
Somehow of late Miss Mackall found herself down in the road mornings when Sam was due to pass with his load, and somehow she was back there again at night when he came home empty. Mrs. Beattie was a quiet, wise, mellow kind of woman. "He's so young," she suggested. Her sister cheerfully agreed. "Of course, a mere baby! That's why I can be friends with him. He's so utterly friendless.
Imry, Ory, Ickery, Ann, Quevy, Quavy, Irish Navy, Filleson, Folleson, Nicholas Buck! That's me. I'm it!" He rapidly repeated the magic formula, and pronounced Gid Mackall "it." "He didn't count fair! He didn't count fair! He never counts fair," protested the others; but Si hustled them into the cars and the train started. It had grown quite dark.
Here, cut acrost ahead o' that battery that's comin' up a-trot." There was a rush for another mile or two, when there was a momentary halt to allow a regiment of cavalry to go by at a quick walk. "Goodness," murmured Gid Mackall, as he set down the carpet-sack which he would persist in carrying, "are they always in a hurry?
I hope they'll be nice Springfield rifles that'll kill a man at a mile." "'Tention!" commanded Si. "Fall in single rank 'cordin' to your size. Tall boys on the right, short ones on the left, medium in the center. Gid Mackall, you're the tallest. You can go there to the corner o' the platform and let the others form on you." Si stepped back into the shed to look after some matters.
Gid Mackall had converted a piece of rope he had picked up into a lasso, and was trying to imitate the feats he had seen performed at the last circus.
"After we pass Nashville you kin begin to look out for 'em." "Why," Gid Mackall complained to the rest of them, "Corpril Elliott said that we could begin to look out for guerrillas jest as soon's we crossed the Ohio that the whole o' Kentucky was full of 'em. I believe Corpril Elliott knows more about his business than Sargint Klegg. Sargint Klegg seems careless like.
He almost carried him in to the mill, handling him as tenderly as if a child, fixed a comfortable place for him on the floor with his own blankets, and took the last grains of his coffee to make him a cup. This done, he said: "I'm goin' out into the country to try and find some chickens to make some broth for you men. Come along, Harry Joslyn, Gid Mackall and little Pete."
Harry Joslyn whipped around and took his stand on the right of Gid Mackall. "Here," protested Gid; "Sargint Klegg told me to stand on the right. You're smaller'n me. Git on the other side." "I won't do it," answered Harry. "I've always stood ahead o' you in school, ever since we were in the primer class, and I aint goin' to stand behind you in the army.
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