“We don’t want ter be bothered with this carri’n,” continued the philanthropic Gragg.
“I was thinkin’,” said Turkin.
“Was yer?” demanded Gragg, as the thinker did not develop the result of his meditations. “What was yer thinkin’?”
“Yer know what happened yesterday?”
Gragg did know, and as it appeared from their conversation, Colonel Grayhame, of the Confederate cavalry, had threatened to hang the whole of the gang for some irregular proceedings among the rebel wounded.
“The kun’l’s down on us, Gragg,” added the politic Turkin.
“I don’t keer.”
“He’ll spile our prospects. We kin make him good natered by givin’ him a young scrub of a Yankee officer like this.”
“I don’t keer.”
“It won’t cost nothin’. We don’t want the young cub; and he’ll think we’re doin’ sunthin’ for the cause.”