“First rate, I thank you, Reb,” answered Somers, as he disengaged his foot from the stirrup beneath the horse. “How’s yours?”
“I cal’late you are better ter keep than yer are to kill.”
“That’s a sensible idea on your part.”
“May be it is. What yer got in your pockets, Yank?”
“Not much; the pay-master hasn’t been round lately.”
“Let’s see.”
“You rebs don’t take greenbacks—do you?” asked Somers, as he pulled out his pocket-book.
“I bet we do—take anything we can get.”
“Well, you won’t get much out of me. There’s my pocket-book; it’s rather flat; an elephant stepped on it the other day.”
There was about ten dollars in legal tender currency and fractional bills in the pocket-book, which the rebels thankfully accepted.