human
Alf, that rebel come dumbed nigh missin' you,
gpt
If you should happen to ketch cold in that it wouldn't git well for a week,
human
Give me that bandage, said the Surgeon just before he hurried away.
gpt
Take this sticking-plaster and draw the lips of the wound together, and if you keep the dirt out it may heal without a scar.
human
DEMONSTRATION
gpt
RUSSELL, that ain't going to heal without a A scar, Alf Russell consoled himself, as he studied his hurt with a little round pocket looking-glass, a screen of bushes concealing him from his unappreciative comrades.
human
It's more than Monty Scruggs nor Harry Joslyn nor Sandy Baker'll have to show for the fight. It's even more than Gid Mackall has, even though he is knocked out. I ought to be sent to the hospital, too. It'll be something to write home to father and mother, and they'll put it in the paper and the folks'll talk about it. Gracious, there's a bugle blowing again. Wonder what that means?
gpt
That's the Headquarters bugle, said Si, pricking up his ears.
human
That's 'Attention.' Git your traps together, boys. 'Assembly' 'll come next.
gpt
Good gracious! gasped Alf Russell, coming out from behind the bushes,
human
Very likely, said Shorty, helping Pete Skidmore on with his blanket-roll.
gpt
The job ain't done till it is done, and there's lots o' rebels over there yit who need lickin'. Now's the best time to finish it. This ain't nothin' to Stone River and Chickamaugy. Got your canteen full, Pete? Better fill it before we start. Take mine, too. Don't go any further'n that first spring there, for I don't want to take no chances on losin' you again.