ONE:The Deacon's eyes met his boldly, and he answered the questions categorically.MRS. B.: What difference does that make? They need help, don't they? And we can give them help. If you really have an idea?
"I think I can help you, 'Squire," said a big, goodnatured-looking civilian railroad man, who had become interested in the Deacon's troubles. "I've bin around with the Assistant Yard-Boss pickin' out a lot o' empties to hustle back to Nashville for grub. That's one o' them over there, on the furthest switchX634. See? It's got a chalk mark on it. I'll help you carry your boys into it, and fix 'em comfortable, and you'll go back with it all right." "Deer Si; ive jest red in the papers that the army's goin' 2"Certainly," said the Surgeon, stopping on his way. "I guess I can spare a minute. Take off that bandage, my boy."