Harry. Oh, ho!
Fred. Ha, ha!
Harry. Been in that melon-patch again?
Fred. O you rascal!
Harry. You promised to wait till dark.
Bob. Sh—Confound it!
Fred. Selfish chap! Wanted them all for himself.
Bob. Oh, bother! I was only reconnoitering.
Harry. And got snatched by the sharpshooters.
Bob. Sharpshooters! you may well say that. Such sharp, shooting pains as I’ve had in my ankles!