“No, Samson; we must risk getting our horses there behind the Hall.”
“Risky’s the name for it, sir.”
“Yes; but the poor wounded men cannot walk. We can do it no other way, and at any cost it must be done.”
“Will they shoot us if we’re caught, sir?”
“Don’t talk about it. Leave the consequences, and act.”
“Right, Master Fred; but I hope they won’t catch and shoot us for being traitors.”
“Don’t call our act by that ugly name.”
“Right, sir; but if we are caught and I am shot, you see if my brother Nat don’t laugh.”
“Why, man, why?”
“Because he’ll say I was such a fool.”