“Well, Yank, you be counted in with us,” said Turkin, with a malicious grin.
“I have the satisfaction of escaping from your hands, if nothing more,” replied Somers.
“See here, Yank; I cal’lated to shoot you after supper, but I reckon we’ll all hang together.”
“I think not,” interposed the lieutenant; “you have said enough already to convince me that this gentleman does not belong to your gang.”
“He’s a Yank; we took him over yender, and he belongs to some gin’ral’s staff. I reckon he’s a good haul, and I ought to hev the credit of ketchin’ him.”
“Your accounts will be settled in a few days; and I fancy Colonel Grayhame will hang you higher than Haman, when he understands this business.”
“That would be moighty onhandsome, arter we ketched the Yankee officer.”
“Your name, if you please, sir,” said the lieutenant, turning to the prisoner.
“Captain Thomas Somers,” replied he, at the same time giving his official position and connections.
“You were captured by these men?”