"They did that, and Woodford's men will give Dunmore about the same, if he doesn't bear a hand and leave," interrupted the Major sententiously.
"You don't say!" laughed Barron, raising his glass. "Well, here's to the army of Virginia, and may it reap much benefit from the Major and his combination of Christian men."
"And have reason to give thanks that they'll be in no worse condition than that which they find themselves," muttered Harrison, putting down his untouched glass. "They'll be damned lucky if they're not."
"Oh, well, it is hardly necessary to be profane about it," said the Major, quietly.
Barron smacked his huge lips and smiled blandly, then murmured softly—
"And when they pawned and damned their souls
They were but prisoners on paroles."
"An apt quotation," snapped Harrison ill-humoredly.
"You don't look as if you were much given to poetry, especially Butler's."