“Confusion to the—rebels!” said De Banyan and Somers, using the same tactics as before.
The guerillas, as if satisfied that they had firmly established Jeff Davis on his throne, and hurled confusion among the Yankees, rose from the table. Their leader came over and took De Banyan by the hand.
“What did you say your name was?” asked he.
“De Banyan,” replied the other.
“And you are going to join Wheeler’s cavalry?”
“That’s what’s the matter,” answered the major, who readily adapted himself to the manners of his new friends.
“Can’t we make it worth your while to stay with us?” continued the chief. “You are a good fellow, and look as though you could fight.”
“Wheeler expects me, and I don’t wish to disappoint him. I’m going on his staff.”
“There is something up to-night,” said the chief, confidentially; “and you may make your fortune in a few days.”
“I don’t object to that.”