“Listen! Well, you said—you said you never got scared the ole Rebels were goin' to win.”
“They did win pretty often,” said the grandfather. “They won a good many battles.”
“I mean, you said you never got scared they'd win the war.”
“No, we were never afraid of that.”
“Well, but if they were good men and fought like wildcats, Grandpa, and kep' winning battles and everything, how could that be? How could you help bein' scared they'd win the war?”
The grandfather's feeble eyes twinkled brightly. “Why, we knew they couldn't, Ramsey.”
At this, the little vertical shadows on Ramsey's forehead became more pronounced, for he had succeeded in thinking. “Well, they didn't know they couldn't, did they?” he argued. “They thought they were goin' to win, didn't they?”
“Yes, I guess they did. Up till toward the last, I suppose they probably did. But you see they were wrong.”
“Well, but—” Ramsey struggled. “Listen! Listen here, Grandpa! Well, anyway, if they never got scared we'd win, and nobody got scared they'd win—well, I don't see—”
“You don't see what?”