"If we disobey the masters the machines and the trees will not obey us, and there will be no more work and no small ones. For this is the order of the world: some obeying and some to be obeyed. It is visible and plain. When the chain is broken all the chain breaks."
"And sich coffee," echoed Gid. "I'll never drink cream in my coffee agin. I hadn't no idee cream spiled coffee so. Why, this coffee's the best stuff I ever drunk. Beats maple sap, or cider through a straw, all holler. That's good enough for boys. This 's what men and soldiers drink.""Him and his hors's wore out and asleep," answered Shorty, after a minute's study. "Look at his head and his hoss's."
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"Excuse me. Captain," said the Deacon. "I""Do you know what the General wants with me. Shorty?" he asked in a conciliatory way, when they were alone together on the sidewalk.The eager boys had already begun firing, entering into the spirit of the thing with the zest of a Fame of town-ball. Shorty took Gid Mackall and Harry Joslyn down to the cover of some large stones, behind which they could lie and command the approach to the other end of the bridge with their rifles. Si took the other boys and placed them behind rocks and stumps along the crest and instructed them to fire with as good aim as possible at the flashes from the other side. In a minute or two he had a fine skirmish-line in operation, with the boys firing as deliberately and accurately as veterans. The engineer had backed the train under the cover of the cut, and presently he and the conductor came up with guns and joined the firing-line."O, Si's got sich a nice letter from his officer-boss, his Corporal, or Colonel, or General, or whatever they call himMister""Have you got them all aboard, Sergeant?" in quired Lieut. Bowersox.