Why, how he groans!” “Bad inward bruise—
Might lug him along in the ambulance”
“Coals to Newcastle! let him stay.
Boots and saddles!—our pains we lose,
Nor care I if Mosby hear the news!”
But word was sent to a house at hand,
And a flask was left by the hurt one’s side.
They seized in that same house a man,
Neutral by day, by night a foe—
So charged his neighbor late, the Guide.