He leaned against the fence a moment, gasping for breath, and then said: "You're Union men, ain't you?
It's no disguise ?" "Yes," replied Colonel Winchester, "we're Union men, and it's no disguise that we're wearing, Malachi White.

I've seen you several times in Frankfort, selling hay." The farmer, who had climbed upon the fence and who was sitting on the top rail, hands on his knees, stared at him open-mouthed.
"You've got my name right.

Malachi White it is," he said, "suah enough, but I don't know yours.

'Pears to me, however, that they's somethin' familiar about you.

Mebbe it's the way you throw back your shoulders an' look a fellow squah in the eyes." Colonel Winchester smiled.