"Got three of 'em!" shouted Alf. "Three of 'em, Judge."
"He thinks he has," said Wilson.
"You better keep your mouth shut," yelled Alf.
"No use talkin' like that, Alf," said the man addressed as Judge. "Where did you find them?"
"Down the Ringgold road about five miles."
A murmur arose from the men.
"I can tell a Yank one mile off," boasted Alf.
"I can tell a fool just as far away as I can see you," interrupted Wilson.
"You…."
"Now, Alf, keep quiet," said the Judge. "What were you men doing down the
Ringgold road?"