“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, Amos? It’s a lucky thing they didn’t keep you in jail.”
The black boy shook his head and then as the reservation was gradually left behind he began to show boldness.
“Ef dem soldiers did’n have no guns I reckon I’d show ’em.”
“Look here, you rascal, you were scared to pieces. Don’t get so brave. We’re going back again.”
“We gwine back to dat soldier place?”
“We certainly are, and if I hear any more bragging out of you I’ll tell the soldiers.”
Amos shrank perceptibly.
“Dat soldier man ’sulted me.”
“You’d better forget it,” remarked Morey curtly. “I’ve had to forget several things in the past few days.”