If I stay overnight in the chaparral, may a wolf eat me! Oh, no! if the mules don't turn up soon, somebody else may go fetch 'em--that's all." "I may ration them for one day ?" said I.
"Two--two; your fellows'll be hungry.

Roberts, of the Rifles, who's been out in the country, tells me there isn't enough forage to feed a cat.

So you'd better take two days' biscuit.

I suppose we'll meet with beef enough on the hoof, though I'd rather have a rump-steak out of the Philadelphia market than all the beef in Mexico.

Hang their beef! it's as tough as tan leather!" "At four o'clock then, Major, I'll be with you," said I, preparing to take my leave.
"Make it a little later, Captain.