Hears his number called, hears himself challenged, hears the rattle of the muskets, hears the orders 'Make ready! Present! Cover him steady, men!' and is laid hands on--and there's nothin'! Why, if I see one pursuing party last night--coming up in order, Damn 'em, with their tramp, tramp--I see a hundred.

And as to firing! Why, I see the mist shake with the cannon, arter it was broad day,--But this man"; he had said all the rest, as if he had forgotten my being there; "did you notice anything in him ?" "He had a badly bruised face," said I, recalling what I hardly knew I knew.
"Not here ?" exclaimed the man, striking his left cheek mercilessly, with the flat of his hand.
"Yes, there!" "Where is he ?" He crammed what little food was left, into the breast of his gray jacket.

"Show me the way he went.

I'll pull him down, like a bloodhound.

Curse this iron on my sore leg! Give us hold of the file, boy." I indicated in what direction the mist had shrouded the other man, and he looked up at it for an instant.