And the over-worked Surgeon hurried away to where loud groans were imperatively calling for his helpful ministrations.They looked in every direction, but could see no Pete.
ONE:"We have mates, when we are ready for mates," Cadnan said.
ONE:"We had better move off," said the Lieutenant. "They're forming out there to take us in flank, and we can't hold them back. We have done all that we can here, and a mighty good job, too. We have saved a lot of our men and salted a good bagful of rebels. Attention! File left March!"
THREE:"Sich plaguey conceit," muttered Si.He went to Si and examined him. Shorty turned on his side and watched him with eager eyes. His heart sickened as he saw the Surgeon's face grow graver as he proceeded. The Surgeon probed the bullet's track with his fingers, and drew out a piece of folded letter paper stained with blood. Instinctively he unfolded it, and read through the ensanguined smears, written in a cramped school-girl hand:
no."Well, here, take that citizen's horse. Old man, get off, and let this man have that horse.""Better do something with that cow right off," advised the first-comer, as he walked off. "You can't keep her in camp all day. Somebody'll git her away from you if they have to take her by main force."
