"Shorty," admonished Si. "You mustn't talk that way before the boys. What'll they think o' the rijimint?""Every kindshot-guns, pistols, rifles, flint-locks, cap-locksevery kind. Now, you mustn't ask me any more questions. Don't bother me."
ONE:"Look here. Sergeant," remonstrated Shorty, "I don't belong in that pack o' shell-fever invalids, and I won't fall in with 'em. There's no yaller or cotton in me. I'm straight goods, all wool, and indigodyed. I've bin promoted Corpril in my company for good conduct at Chickamauga. I'm goin' back to my regiment o' my own accord, before my time's up, and I propose to go my own way. I won't go under guard."
"We belong to the 200th Hinjianny. We've got two badly-wounded men and ha lot o' hammynition in the wagon. We want to find our regiment," an swered Wat Burnham."But you're in Psych," he said. "That'smorale. Nothing more than morale, as far as I know""You say this prisoner was promoted for capturing a rebel flag at Chickamauga?" asked Maj. Truax, who was perfectly aware of the fact, but wanted to emphasize it upon the others.Dara looked away. "I have my song," she said.