"What's them things 'zip-zippin' 'round my ears?" asked one of the negro boys.
"Bullets," said Frank, proud of his knowledge.
"Will they hurt me if they hit me?"
"LOOK! LOOK! THEY ARE RUNNING! THEY ARE BEATING OUR MEN!" EXCLAIMED THE BOYS.
"Of course they will. They'll kill you."
"I'm gwine home," said the boy, and off he started at a trot.
"Hold on!—We're goin', too; but let's go down this way; this is the best way."
They went along the edge of the field, toward the point in the road where the skirmish had been and where the Confederates had rallied. They stopped to listen to the popping in the woods on the other side, and were just saying how glad they were that "our men had whipped them," when a soldier came along.