Bob shook his head and laughed. "I am to get back to my command by daylight, Uncle Clem," said he, "and I know that if I should trade horses with you, I'd have to walk."
"What nonsense. I want to see you on a good horse. Come on."
"No, I thank you."
"Let me show you the mare."
"Don't want to see her."
"She's a beauty—got her from General Buell."
"Take her back to him. I don't want her."
"All right," he said, with a loud laugh, "Got your eye teeth, haven't you. Well—what was that? A bugle."
"Come," said Bob, starting toward the door. But he halted. "Uncle Clem, give my love to them all. Tell the old man that I love him."