“They are going to call a meeting, I suppose,” said the lawyer.
“To pass resolutions?” shouted the boy, laughing. “To encourage us young fellows to go down South and get shot? It takes experience to knock together a batch of resolutions that look well on paper; that's the job for the old fellows! Stiff joints don't disqualify a man for that sort of thing. I'll bet they make you chairman, you or old Bradly.”
“You seem to find a good deal of amusement in this,” said Benson.
“I do. I'm just thinking what a lot of talking and quill driving has gone to get this thing started, but the real work will be done in quite another way; and it's the other way that suits me!”
“I wish you'd leave yourself out of this, Stephen,” said Benson shortly.
“I want to get you acquainted with the idea that I am to be in it!” retorted Stephen.
Benson shrugged his shoulders.
“I suppose you think that a good strong set of resolutions from the town of Benson in the State of Ohio, will settle the business,” said the boy, still laughing.
“Suppose there should be a call for men, and you should enlist; how do you think your aunt would feel?” inquired Benson.
This sobered Stephen instantly.