1st Sol. Eh! The devil knows best, I reckon, Sir.
2nd Sol. Hillo, John! What's the matter there? Here's day-break upon us! What are we waiting for?
(Another soldier enters.)
3d Sol. To build a bridge—that is all.
2nd Sol. A bridge?
3d Sol. We shall be off by to-morrow night, no doubt of it,—if we don't chance to get cooked and eaten before that time,—some little risk of that.
2nd Sol. But what's the matter below there, I say? The bridge? what ails it?
3d Sol. Just as that last wagon was going over, down comes the bridge, Sirs, or a good piece of it at least.—What else could it do?—timbers half sawn away!
2nd Sol. Some of that young jackanape's work! Aid-de-camp! I'd aid him. He must be ordering and fidgetting, and fuming.—Could not wait till we were over.
1st Sol. All of a piece, boys!