They rushed through the regiment and disordered its ranks.
"Who are you a-shovin', young fellow--say ?" demanded Abe Bolton, roughly collaring a strapping hulk of a youth, who, hatless, and with his fat cheeks white with fear came plunging against him like a frightened steer.
"O boys, let me pass, and don't go up there! Don't! You'll all be killed.

I know it, I'm all the one of my company that got away--I am, really.

All the rest are killed." "Heavens! what a wretched remnant, as the dry-goods man said, when the clerk brought him a piece of selvage as all that the burglars had left of his stock of broadcloth," said Kent Edwards.

"It's too bad that you were allowed to get away, either.

You're not a proper selection for a relic at all, and you give a bad impression of your company.