I know I shan't be killed," laughed Ben.

"The bullet hasn't been cast yet that will stop my wind." "Perhaps it has, my boy.

It may be in some rebel soldier's cartridge box over yonder, even now.

I tell you, boys, you don't know any thing about it.

Just afore we went in at Cerry Gordy, a feller by my side said the same thing you did, Ben; and he was the first man that went down.