Good on your head! You ought to go out as a brigadier general.

What does your mother say ?" "I have her written consent in my pocket." "All right.

God bless you, my boy!" said the old salt, as he started his horse.
"Thank you, sir.

There's only one thing that troubles me." "Eh?
What's that, my boy ?" demanded Captain Barney as he reined up the horse again.
"I suppose you have heard of my scrape at Squire Pemberton's the other night." "Yes; and shiver my timbers if I didn't want to keelhaul the old traitor when I heard of it." "I don't care anything about the scrape, sir; only I'm afraid the squire will bother my mother when I'm gone," said Thomas, with some diffidence.
"If he does, he'll settle the matter with Jack Barney," replied the captain, decidedly.
"My father may never come back, you know, and if he does he will be a beggar.

He owes the squire a note, which will be due in June." "I'll pay it myself!" roared Captain Barney.