"I remember some rawines. I shouldn't be wery much surprised if this vas vun of 'em."
"Look here," said Lysander. Carl looked, and saw a pistol-barrel. "Understand?"—significantly.
"Is it for me?"' And Carl extended his hand ingenuously.
"For you?—yes." But instead of giving the weapon to the boy, he returned it to his pocket, with a smile the boy did not like.
"Ah, yes! a goot joke!" And Carl smiled too, his good-humored face beaming in the moon.
At the same time he said to himself, "He hates me pecause I am Hapgood's friend; and he vill be much pleased to have cause to shoot me."
Just then Dan stopped. Lysander put up his hand as a signal. The troops halted.
"It's somewhars down in hyar, cap'm," Pepperill whispered.
"It's a horrid place!" muttered Sprowl.
"It ar so, durned if 'tain't!" said Dan, discouragingly.