I've got the papers safe in my waistbands now." "Good! Glory, hallelujah!" shouted Tom.

"We can pay off old Pemberton now, for it goes against my grain to owe a dollar to a traitor.

But if uncle Wyman is a rebel, and I suppose he is, I hope the government will confiscate what's over after you have paid yourself." "Well, I don't know.

We will see about that bimeby.

He used me fair, and I don't wish him any harm; but I hate his principles.