2nd Sol. And that's true enough, Ned. I've eaten myself, no less than two very decent pair in the service. I'll have it out of Congress yet though, I'll be hanged if I don't. None of your figures for me! I say, boys, I am going home.
1st Sol. Well, go home, and—can't any body else breathe? Why don't you answer me, John?—What would you have us do?—
4th Sol. Ask Will Wilson there.
1st Sol. Will?—Where is he?
4th Sol. There he stands, alongside of the picket there, his hands in his pockets, whistling, and looking as wise as the dragon. Mind you, there's always something pinching at the bottom of that same whistle, though its such a don't-care sort of a whistle too. Ask Will, he'll tell you.
3d Sol. Ay, Will has been to the new quarters to-day. See, he's coming this way.
5th Sol. And he saw Striker there, fresh from the Jerseys, come up along with that new General there, yesterday.
3d Sol. General Arnold?
5th Sol. Ay, ay, General Arnold it is.
6th Sol. [Advancing.] I say, boys—