Handed over.
“Haversack!”
Surrendered.
“Fine tooth comb!”
“I shall miss that.”
“Suspenders!”
Handed over.
“Jack-knife!”
“Here it is.”
“Shirt—no, never mind the shirt. I haven't got yours to return in place of it, for it was so thick with graybacks when you took it off to put on mine, that it was run away with. I've no doubt my shirt that you've got on is in the same fix now, so keep it, Johnnie. I don't want to be too hard on a stranger. You may also keep my drawers and stockings, as I can get a supply from some of my friends in the cavalry. I see you've got a ring that you didn't take from me. Does it belong to one of our boys?”