"They're cookin' vittels for them rebels on the ridge." The Deacon correctly diagnosed the situation. "By-and-by they'll come for 'em, or take 'em to 'em. Mebbe I kin find some way to collar some of 'em. It's a slim chance, but no other seems to show up just now. If no more'n one man comes for that grub I'm goin' to jump him."
"He digged a ditch, he digged it deep;Billings, with scowling face, picked up his hat, buttoned his coat, and walked out."Seems so to me," answered Alf. "Seems to me there was just millions of 'em, and we only got away with a little passel, in spite of all that shootin'. Why, when we come out on the ridge the valley down there seemed fuller of 'em than it was at first."
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TO: John HarrisonThe Sergeant caught Shorty by the shoulder, and pushed him out of the room, with much apparent roughness, but really using no more force than would make a show, while muttering his adjurations to cool down."You are right, my brother," said the man, extending his hand for the grip."I'm Corp'l Elliott, sir, of Co. Q, 200th Injianny Volunteer Infantry."