As I closes on him ag'in, I starts for the second time to drill him, but I can't make the landin'.

I'm too young; my heart ain't hard enough; I rides along by him for a bit an' for the second time su'gests that he surrender.

The Yank ignores me; he keeps on runnin'.
"'Which sech conduct baffles me! It's absolootely ag'in military law.
By every roole of the game that Yank's my captive; but defyin' restraint he goes caperin' on like he's free.
"'As I gallops along about four foot to his r'ar I confess I begins to feel a heap he'pless about him.

I'm too tender to shoot, an' he won't stop, an' thar we be.
"'While I'm keepin' him company on this retreat, I reflects that even if I downs him, the war would go on jest the same; it wouldn't stop the rebellion none, nor gain the South her independence.

The more I considers, too, the war looks bigger an' the life of this flyin' Yank looks smaller.