"Oh," the Virginian exclaimed with a careless touch of scorn in his voice, "they're Tarheels—not much for looks, but I reckon they'll stick."
"I've an idea they will," was the serious reply.
Dick pointed with pride to a fine-looking regiment of Virginians.
"Good-looking soldiers," Socola observed.
"Aren't they? That's my regiment. You'll hear from them in the first battle."
"And those giants?" Socola inquired, pointing to the right at a group of tall, rude-looking fellows.
"Texas Rangers."
"I shouldn't care to meet them in a row—"
"You know what General Taylor said of them in the Mexican War?"