"If I loaned you a horse, do you think Virgie could ride behind you ?" "_Me ?_" pouted Virgie.

"Why, Daddy says that when I was bornded, I came ridin' in on a stork." Morrison burst out laughing and dropped his hand down on the small paw resting on his knee.
"Then, by St.George and the Dragon we'll send you home to Jefferson Davis on a snorting Pegasus!" Again Cary spoke to him in warning tones, which at the same time thanked him unendingly for the kindly thought.
"You needn't trouble about the mount.

Why, man," he said huskily, "you're in trouble enough, as it is! And if our lines are as close as you say they are--" Once more the Union officer checked him.
"It isn't any trouble.

Only--you'll have to be careful of your approach, even to your own lines.

Those gray devils in the rifle pits up there have formed the habit of shooting _first_ and asking questions _afterwards_.