Uttering fierce curses all the time, he plunged the bayonet again and again into the vitals of the rebel, till life was extinct.
"Boy, I used to be human once," said the Zouave, when he had executed this summary justice upon the rebel; "but I'm not human now.

I'm all devil." "What a wretch that rebel was!" exclaimed Tom, who seemed to breathe freer now that retribution had overtaken the viper.
"A wretch! Haven't you got any bigger word than that, boy?
He was a fiend! But we mustn't stop here." "I thought the rebels were human." "Human?
That isn't the first time to-day I've seen such a thing as that done.

Come along, my boy; come along." Tom followed the Zouave again; but he was too much exhausted to run any farther.

Even the terrors of the Black Horse Cavalry could not inspire him with strength and courage to continue his flight at any swifter pace than a walk.
"I can go no farther," said he, at last.
"Yes, you can; pull up! pull up! You will be taken if you stop here." "I can't help it.

I can go no farther.