“Yes, I should mind a good deal. I’ve been riding with him, and he’s as obstinate as a pig.”
“Oh!”
“I said we ought to send out the advance-guard farther, and double the rear-guard.”
“And what did he say?”
“Told me to mind my own business; that we were not in an enemy’s country, and that I was getting quite an old woman.”
“Well?”
“I didn’t like it.”
“It did not sound pleasant. But you don’t think there is anything to mind, do you?”
“I don’t know that there is, young un, but it may have got about that we are coming, and if I were our friend’s enemy, it is the very thing I should do.”
“What—try and cut us off?”