. ?" "Miss Marty!" "What on earth are you doing there at this time of night ?" "Sentry-go." "Nonsense.

What do I want of a sentry ?" "You never can tell." "Are you here by the Major's order ?" "Ch't!" answered Cai Tamblyn.

"_Him!_" "Then go away, please, and let me beg you to speak more respectfully of your master." "I reckon," said Cai, slowly, "you don't know that, barrin' the nigger under the stairs, this here town's as empty as my hat.
Well, a man can but die once, and if the French come, let 'em; that's all I say.

Good night, miss." "The town empty ?" "Males, females and otherwise, down to Miss Jex at the post-office." (Cai Tamblyn nursed an inveterate antipathy for the post-mistress.
He alleged no reason for it, save that she wore moustaches, which was no reason at all, and a monstrous exaggeration.) "There's Miss Pescod gone, and Miss Tregentil with her maid." "But where?
Why ?" "Up the river.

Gallivantin'.