An hostler, presently appearing from somewhere, passed the broken windows, and we saw our rifleman go away with him, leading the three tired horses.

We were still yawning and drowsing, stretched out in our hickory chairs, and only kept awake by the flies, when our landlord returned and set before us what food he had.

The fare was scanty enough, but we ate hungrily, and drank deeply of the fresh small beer which he fetched in a Liverpool jug.
When we two were alone again, Boyd whispered: "As well let them think we're here with no other object than recruiting.

And so we are, after a fashion; but neither this state nor Pennsylvania is like to fill its quota here.

Where is your map, once more ?" I drew the coiled linen roll from the breast of my rifle shirt and spread it out.