"Shut up, you scoundrel! Buck-and-gag him, men," roared Billings, rising and shaking his fist at him.
ONE: "Headquarters, Co. Q, 200th Indiana Volunteer Infantry.They were sitting down to supper one evening when little Sammy Woggles came in from the station.
ONE:"The female?" Dodd asked. "She's all right. She's in another room, just like this one. A solitary room.""Well?" the squat man said. "Is that an excuse?"
TWO:This aroused Amanda, but Maria stood on her rights as the elder sister, had her way, as she usually did, and drove away triumphantly fully two hours before train-time.
TWO:"That camp ground don't look as it'd bin occupied for two weeks," said Shorty. "See the ruts made by the rain in the parade ground and the general look o' things. I don't believe the rijimint only left there yisterday. It don't look as if the 200th Injianny ever had sich a camp. It's more like one o' the camps o' them slack-twisted Kaintucky and Tennessee rijimints.""He certainly does write a nice hand," said Maria, scanning the inclosure deliberately. "Just see how he makes his d's and s's. All his up-strokes are light, and all his down ones are heavy, just as the writing-master used to teach. And his curves are just lovely. And what a funny name he has signed. J. T. No; I. T. No; that's a J, because it comes down below the line. M-c-G-i-l-lI can't make out the rest."
