He don't tuck his maw's Bible in his breast-pocket, clap his dear auntie's locket big as a cheese plate over his heart, nor let his sole leather cigyar case that his gyrl gave him lie round him in spots when he goes out to take another gentleman's fire.

He leaves that to Yanks!" "Did you come here to insult my husband ?" said Mrs.Bunker in the rage of desperation.
"To insult yo' husband! Well--I came here to get a letter that his wife received from his political and natural enemy and--perhaps I DID!" With a side glance at Mrs.Bunker's crimson cheek she added carelessly, "I have nothing against Captain Bunker; he's a straightforward man and must go with his kind.

He helped those hounds of Vigilantes because he believes in them.

We couldn't bribe him if we wanted to.

And we don't." If she only knew something of this woman's relations to Marion--which she only instinctively suspected--and could retaliate upon her, Mrs.
Bunker felt she would have given up her life at that moment.
"Colonel Marion seems to find plenty that he can bribe," she said roughly, "and I've yet to know who YOU are to sit in judgment on them.
You've got your letter, take it and go! When he wants to send you another through me, somebody else must come for it, not you.