"Fine lot o' marksmen you are, for a fact. Halfa dozen o' you bangin' away at a hundred yards, and not comin' close enough to a nigger to let him know you was shootin' at him. Now will you lay down and go to sleep? Here, Si, you take charge o' this gang and let me go to sleep. I've had enough o' them for one night."
"Close up there in front!" commanded Shorty. "Keep marchin' distance19 inches from back to breast. Come on, Pete. Gi' me your hand; I'll help you along.""Yes, and the Orderly said that railroad 'Mick'Hennesseywas the Sarjint in command."
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"General? Who are you callin' General, you fool? Don't try to be funny with me. You know I'm no General."The boys followed his directions with nervous eagerness, inspired by his words and manner, and then fixed their anxious gaze upon him for further impartment."O, you worthless little scamp," said Shorty, with tears of joy in his eyes. "You ain't worth the powder that'd blow you up. I could pound you for the worry you've given me in the last hour. But you ain't hurt a bit, are you?"The Colonel's clear, penetrating tones rang above the tumult: