"Thar's a mighty hard set, round har now, Cunnel," said the landlord; "and the most peaceable get enter scrapes ef they hain't no friends. Hadn't ye better show the gentleman some of your'n, 'fore you go?"
"Yes, yes, I didn't think of that. Who is here?"
"Wal, thar's Cunnel Taylor, Bill Barnes, Sam Heddleson, Jo Shackelford, Andy Jones, Rob Brown, and lots of others."
"Where's Andy Jones?"
"Reckon he's turned in; I'll see."
As the landlord opened a door which led from the hall, the Colonel said to me, "Andy is a Union man; but he'd fight to the death for me."
"Sal!" called out the hotel keeper.
"Yas, massa, I'se har," was the answer from a slatternly woman, awfully black in the face, who soon thrust her head from the door-way.
"Is Andy Jones har?" asked Miles.
"Yas, massa, he'm turned in up thar on de table."