An' as we can't shake hands we reaches out the muzzles of our guns and shakes them towards each other in the most friendly way.

Then another picket comes up, fellow by name of Henderson, from Mississippi.

Bill introduces him to his good old pal, an' we three have a friendly talk.

Guess they're down there yet, if you want to see 'em.

I liked that fellow, Henderson, too, though he was a powerful boaster." "All right," said Dick.