"Why then, Dick will holler like all possessed, and put back ef he kin. Ef he kain't, then we'll bury the sed Dick with the honors of war."
"See yer, marse Yankee, you t'ink I ain't a fool, I ain't. I's gwine ter stay yer."
"Then mebbe Pomp would like to go, seeing he ain't a coward? Come, Pomp; distinguish yerself and laugh at Dick."
"Don't tink's I keer 'bout it, marse," replied Pomp. "Dick good fren' ob mine. What I wants to laugh at he for?"
Long Seth laughed, and taking a pistol from the belt of one of the soldiers, led the way into the open air. An Indian lay under the wall, and the Yankee stumbled over him. Seth held the light closer and saw that the savage had a broken leg.
"Got a knife, boss?" he said, speaking to Will Floyd.
"Certainly I have."
"Stick this man and come along. I'd dew it myself only I've got both hands full."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't want tew save the red nigger, dew yew?"