“Not if I knows it, Yank,” replied the man, coarsely. “This is a warm day—ain’t it, Yank?”
“Rather warm.”
“May be that coat’s too hot for yer?”
“I think I can endure it very well.”
“I’m feered it will make yer sick if yer wear it any longer. Jest take it off, Yank. It was made for a better man ’n you be.”
Somers complied, simply because resistance was vain.
“What number of boots do you wear, Yank?” continued the rebel, glancing at his prisoner’s feet.
“Well, I generally wear two of them,” replied Somers, facetiously.
“I reckon yer won’t wear so many as that much longer. Don’t yer think them boots would fit me?”
“I’m afraid they are too small for you,” said Somers, disgusted with the conduct of his captors.