human
Si, said Shorty,
gpt
Yes, and the Orderly said that railroad 'Mick'--Hennessey--was the Sarjint in command.
human
O, that bog-trottin' old section boss, that hairy-handed artist with the long shovel, is there, is he with his crucifix and his prayers to the Saints. That's all right. He's bin stormin' and swearin' ever since the fight begun; because he's bin obliged to stay inside and shoot, and instid of making a grand rush and settling things, according to Donnybrook Fair rules. I tell you what you do. You work the boys carefully down through the brush toward the race, and git 'em into position in easy range of the rebels, covering 'em behind logs. I'll take a circuit around to the left, and git over to the hill, behind the rebels, and near enough the mill for Hennessey to hear me. Then I'll fire a shot and yell for Hennessey. He knows my voice, and he'll bring his men out like a pack o' hornets. Then you let into the rebels from your side. They can't git across the race at you, and we'll have 'em where we kin whipsaw 'em.
gpt
Shorty, said Si admiringly,
human
Gen. Grant 'll hear o' you some day, and then Co. Q will lose its brightest star, but the army'll gain a great General.
gpt
I know it; I know it, said Shorty, modestly;