Six wagons!--that means bread.
There, you be off and tell the Colonel you're going to start; and I'll see about the troop that's to follow and bring you in.

I say, pick out a wagon of meal; not one of mealies.

I don't know, though.

Couldn't you bring both ?" "There's plenty of time," I said.
"Time?
The Colonel ought to know by now.

Here, give me that glass." "Be quiet," I said, angry with excitement.