I want to fix up things about hum a little, and I'll jine ye down to the Gap to-morrow." "No you don't, Joe Burnap!" said the soldier, shaking his head.
"Then I'll jine ye to-night," suggested the strategist.
"My orders are not to return without you, and I shall obey them." Mrs.Burnap, who had followed the soldier out of the house, stood behind him wringing her hands in an agony of grief.

She protested with all a woman's eloquence against the proceedings of the soldier; but her tears and her homely rhetoric were equally unavailing.

While the parties were confronting each other, the soldier dropped his piece, and listened to the arguments of Joe and his wife.

When he turned for a moment to listen to the appeals of the woman, her husband improved the opportunity to commence a retreat.

He moved off steadily for a few paces, when the enemy discovered the retrograde march, and again brought the gun to his shoulder.
"None of that, Joe," said the soldier, sternly.