"Why—why—"
"Take the key out of your pocket and go open it. Faugh!—What's your brigade?"
"The Stonewall, sir."
"Humph! They'd better stone you out of it. Regiment?"
"65th, sir. Company A.—If you'd be so good just to look at my foot, sir, you'd see for yourself that I couldn't march—"
"We'll try it with the Rogue's March.—65th. Company A. Richard Cleave's old company."
"He ain't my best witness, sir. He's got a grudge against me—"
Stafford looked at him. "Don't put yourself in a fury over it. Have you one against him?"
"I have," said Steve, "and I don't care who knows it! If he was as steady against you, sir, as he has proved himself against me—"
"I would do much, you mean. What is your name?"