He had not gone many paces when a party of three or four officers came along.
"Hallo, you, sir, what the deuce are you doing here ?" one asked angrily.
"Don't you know nobody is allowed to pass through the lines ?" "I didn't see no lines.

What sort of lines are they?
No one told me nothing about lines.

My mother sent me out to sell plantation liquor, fifteen cents a glass." "What's it like ?" one of the officers said, laughing.

"Spirits, I will bet a dollar, in some shape or other.

Pour me out a glass.