Tom then directed him to secure the cartridge box of the soldier.
"You are my prisoner," said Tom; "but I believe in treating prisoners well.

You may go into the house, and if your arm is much hurt, Mrs.Burnap may do what she can to help you." The prisoner sullenly attended the woman into the house, and Tom followed as far as the front door.
"Now, what am I gwine to do ?" said Joe.

"You've got me into a right smart scrape." "I thought I had got you out of one," replied Tom.

"Do you intend to remain here ?" "Sartin not, now.

I must clear." "So must I; and we have no time to spare.