In one of the rear boats sat Braxton Wyatt and a young man whom they knew to be Walter Butler, a pallid young man, animated by the most savage ferocity against the patriots.

He and Wyatt seemed to be on the best of terms, and faint echoes of their laughter came to the five who were watching among the bushes on the river bank.

Certainly Braxton Wyatt and he were a pair well met.
"Henry," said Shif'less Sol longingly, "I think I could jest about reach Braxton Wyatt with a bullet from here.

I ain't over fond o' shootin' from ambush, but I done got over all scruples so fur ez he's concerned.
Jest one bullet, one little bullet, Henry, an' ef I miss I won't ask fur a second chance." "No, Sol, it won't do," said Henry.

"They'd get off to hunt us.