"No—"
"They're anything but gentlemen or cowards."
"I agree with him," Socola laughed.
"What chance has a Yankee got against such men?" Dick asked with a wag of his big blond head.
"Let me show you what they think—"
Socola drew a leaf of Harper's Magazine from his pocket and spread it before the young trooper's indignant gaze.
The cartoon showed a sickly-looking Southerner carrying his musket under an umbrella accompanied by a negro with a tray full of mint juleps.
"That's a joke, isn't it!" Dick roared. "Will you give me this paper?"
"Certainly, Monsieur!"
Dick folded the sheet, still laughing. "I'll have some fun with this in camp to-night. Come on—I want to show you just one more bunch of these sickly-looking mint-julipers—"