"Mebbe not," said Si, to whom such sights were more familiar, "That bullet hole in his blouse is too low down and too fur out to've hit either his heart or his lungs, seems to me. Mebbe he's only fainted from loss o' blood. Ketch hold o' his feet. I'll take his head, and we'll carry him back to the Surgeon. Likely he kin bring him to."
"Never mind where I learned," answered Shorty. "I learned enough to git away with any English man that ever chawed roast beef.""The female?" Dodd asked. "She's all right. She's in another room, just like this one. A solitary room." thAn Ary uthEr boy hE Ever node, Not bArrin Tompsons colt."O, Maria, come off. Cheese it. Dry up," said Si impatiently. "Take us somewhere where we kin git somethin' to eat. Your tongue's hung in the middle, and when you start to talkin' you forgit everything else. I'm hungrier'n a bear, and so's Shorty."