“What sort of a fellow is it that you're lookin' for?” asked the man with the lantern.
“About my age. Very tall and thin. You could mark him by his height.”
“It takes different kinds of people to make the world. My brother ain't like him a-tall. Sam's short, an' thick as a buffalo. Weighs two twenty with no fat on him. What crowd do you belong to, youngster?”
“The division on our right. We attacked the wood there.”
“Well, you're a bully boy. Give me your hand, if you are a Yank. You shorely came right up there and looked us in the eyes. How often did you charge us?”
“Five times, I think. But I may be mistaken. You know it wasn't a day when a fellow could be very particular about his count.”
“Guess you're right there. I made it five. What do you say, Jim?”
“Five she was.”
“That settles it. Jim kin always count up to five an' never make a mistake. What you fellers goin' to do in the mornin'?”
“I don't know.”