Hold on a minute, till you are sure," said Kent, half cocking his own gun.
"The last words of General Washington were 'Never trust a nigger with a gun.' A man with that kind o' cloze has no business carrying weapons around in this country.

I'm going to shoot." "If you shoot with your hands wobbling that way, you'll make him aas full of holes as a skimmer.

That'd be cruel.

Steady yourself up a little, while I talk to him.
"Halt, there!" commanded Kent, with a thick tongue.

"Who are you, and how many are with you ?" "I'm a Union man," said Fortner, for it was he, "an' I'm alone." "Lay down your gun and come up here, if you are a friend," ordered Kent.
The swaggering imperiousness in Edward's tone nettled Fortner as much as the order itself.