"Join me, won't you?
Of course, you understand--in case a snake should bite us." "Colonel Morrison," responded the Southerner, "you are certainly a man of ideas." He waited for his foe to fill his own cup, then raised his in a toast: "I drink to the health, sir, of you and yours.

Here's hoping that some day I may take _you_ prisoner!" At the quizzical look of surprise in the other's face Cary's voice almost broke.
"I mean, sir, it's the only way I could ever hope to show you how much I appreciate--" He stopped and covered his face with his hands, not a little to his daughter's alarm.
"Come, come, old chap," the Northerner said bluffly, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Brace up.

It's the fortunes of war, you know.

One side or the other is bound to win.