His position was exceedingly embarrassing, for he could neither run, fight, nor compromise.

While matters were in this interesting and critical condition, Tom ventured to raise his head over the top of the chimney to obtain a better view of the belligerents.

Joe stood where he had last seen him, and the soldier was standing within three feet of the foot of the chimney.
"What ye going to do, Joe Burnap ?" demanded the latter, after waiting a reasonable time for the other to make up his mind.
"What am I gwine to do ?" repeated Joe, vacantly, as he glanced to the right and the left, apparently in the hope of obtaining some suggestion that would enable him to decide the momentous question.
"You needn't look round, Joe; you've got to come or be shot.

Just take your choice between the two, and don't waste my time." "I s'pose I can't help myself," replied Joe.

"I'll tell ye what I'll do.