"If the rebs get you, they'll eat you, lady!"
"Ach!" cried Mrs. Schmidt.
"Yes, sir! Now, Johnny, give me your hand and climb up here. Whoa, there!"
The soldier leaped frantically to the drooping and motionless head of Whitey.
"Ach!" cried Mrs. Schmidt. "I am a poor, poor woman!"
"Some of the rebs are looking for sweethearts, missis."
To that Mrs. Schmidt was not even able to say "Ach." She tried to explain that she was married, that she considered such a remark insulting; but before she could make her meaning plain, the soldiers had hoisted her aboard and had put the reins into her hands. Then a bright light flashed in the eyes of Mrs. Schmidt.
"Ach, Emmy, you are going with!"
To her mother Emmeline cast one more piteous glance.
"O mother," begged Emmeline earnestly, "do not make me go!"