Uncle negro looked on, not seeming to care for the cavalry, captain, or for me.
I took up my gun very gently and cocked it.

I had the gentleman.
I had made up my mind if he advanced one step further, that he was a dead man.

When he turned to look again, it was a look of surprise.

His face was as red as a scalded beet, but in a moment was as white as a sheet.
He was afraid to turn his head to give a command.

The cavalry motioned their hands at me, as much as to say, "Run, Johnny, run." The captain of the blacks fell upon his face, and I broke and ran like a quarter-horse.
I never saw or heard any more of the captain of the blacks or his guard afterward.
"LOOK OUT, BOYS." One night, five of us scouts, I thought all strangers to me, put up at an old gentleman's house.