"Good boy," said Si, patting him on the shoul der. "You're a soldier already.""Don't allow it. It's strictly prohibited."CHAPTER XV. KEYED UP FOR ACTION
ONE:"Gracious, I wish I'd wings, or that I'd enlisted in the cavalry," sighed Harry."Can't say that I do," answered Billings, pretending to examine them while he could recover his wits sufficiently for a fine of defense.
THREE:"That'll do, sir. That'll do for the present. I begin to get you placed. I thought I knew the name Billings as soon as you spoke it, but I couldn't remember any officer in my army of that name. Now, Sergeant, tell me your story.""Well, you're a cool one," gasped the milker, realizing the situation. "But I'll hold you to your bargain, and I'll play fair with you."
THREE:A couple of miles ahead Forrest's cavalry was making a noisy dispute of the army's retreat, the woods were on fire, and the fences on either side of the road were blazing.
As has been before remarked, when Deacon Klegg made up his mind something had to happen. It was now quite dark. He took one of the $5 bills out of his breast pocket and put it in a pocket where it would be handy. He looked over at the house, and saw the old man and woman sitting by the fire smoking. He picked up the hickory withe to keep off the dogs, and made a circuit to reach the chicken-coop from the rear of the house. The dogs were quarreling and snarling over their supper, and paid no attention to him, until he had reached the coop, when they came at him full tilt."I think you like living," Norma said. "I think we all do, no matter how rough it gets. No matter how it grates on the nerves, or the flesh, of the supersensitive conscience. And I know how you feel, Johnny, I doI" She stopped very suddenly.Si and Shorty rose promptly, and, experienced campaigners as they were, were in a moment ready to march anywhere or do anything as long as their rations and their cartridges held out.Si picked up a stick and drew a line in the ground. "Now bring your toes to that line, and keep 'em there."
