“Pard Bill!”
“Yes?”
“They need every rifle they can git in the fort, yuh know.”
“They certainly do.”
“Scouting around yere all night, I can’t do much good, and that’s a fact.”
“Very true, Jack! Very true.”
“And I’ve got nothing to eat, while the maje and the folks at Advance will be mighty anxious tuh know if yuh got through all right—ain’t that so?”
“Reckon you’re right, Jack.”
“Then I’m goin’ to take a sneak back and try to git through the lines after dark.”
“No, you won’t, Jack Omohondreau. I veto that.”