Ef ye're fearful ye can't then ride beyond the lines, an' come inter ours thet-a-way Aunt Deby'll go ter the other flank, an' try ter git a-past Breckinridge's pickets, an' I'll 'tempt ter make my way thru the center.

We may all or none o' us git thru.

I can't gin ye much advice, ez ye'll hev ter trust mainly ter yerself.

But remember all the time what hangs upon yer gittin' the news ter Rosy afore daybreak.

Think all the time thet mebbe ye kin save the hull army, mebbe win the vict'ry, sartinly save heeps o' Union lives an' fool the pizen Rebels.