human
Nonsense, Shorty replied to their eager entreaties;
gpt
That's all right, they shouted.
human
We're glad we're in the 200th Injianny, but we want to be in Co. Q.
gpt
Well, you can't all be in Co. Q. Only six and one-half of you. The rest's got to go to other companies.
human
Say, Corpril, spoke up Harry Joslyn,
gpt
And didn't I shoot one, too? put in Gid Mackall.
human
Just as much as you did. They want tall men in the company, don't they, Corpril? Not little runts.
gpt
And didn't I watch the crossing down there at the burnt bridge?
human
And git scared to death by a nigger huntin' coons,
gpt
Who kept the rebel from gittin' back to the train and settin' it on fire, but me and Sandy Baker? piped up little Pete Skidmore.
human
Who got lost, and nearly killed by a locomotive. Don't that count for nothin'?
gpt
Boys, said Shorty, leaning on his musket, and speaking with the utmost gravity,
human
Fine-looking lot of youngsters, he remarked.
gpt
They'll make good soldiers.
human
Every one o' them true-blue, all wool and a yard wide. Captain,
gpt
You'll play fair, now, Captain, won't you, and choose for yourself? said Capt. Scripps.
human
I've no doubt they're all good boys, but there's a choice in good boys, and that Sergeant of yours has learned where the choice is. You let him stay back, while you go down the line yourself.
gpt
Certainly, replied Capt. McGillicuddy.
human
Serg't Klegg, stay where you are.