"Sammy," said Shorty, "I'm goin' away, right off, and I don't want the people in the house to know nothin' of it. I want you to help me.""Doctor, he can't die. He mustn't die," said Shorty in agony. "The regiment can't spare him. He's the best soldier in it, and he's my pardner."
FORE:"I can't keep up. I can't keep up at all," whimpered little Pete Skidmore. "You are just dead certain to lose me.""And I have mine." It was settled.