"We don't mean anything else," answered Rodney. "We ought to know, for we ran into a squad of them on the way home."
"What did they do to you?" inquired Tom, who did not know whether to believe it or not.
"Nothing. They just covered us with their carbines and told us to come in out of the rain, and we came."
"Humph! Why didn't you fight or run?"
"Well, seeing that we had no weapons we couldn't fight; and we know by experience that when a Yank points a gun at you and tells you to move over on his side the line, you had better move."
"But how did you escape?"
"We didn't escape. We showed them our discharges, and when they told us to git, we got. Oh, they were gentleman, high up."
"Top-notch," assented Dick.
"I never yet saw a Yankee who was a gentleman," sneered Tom.