human
Better go back and look for little Pete, Shorty, said Si.
gpt
We seem to be losin' him.
human
Dod durn it, what're you all runnin' away from me for? he gasped.
gpt
Want to lose me? Want to git into the fight all by yourselves, and leave me out? Think because I'm little I can't help? I kin shoot as well as anybody in the crowd, dod durn you.
human
There, you see the nonsense o' giving you as much rations as the others, suggested Alf Russell.
gpt
You can't pack 'em, and you wouldn't need 'em if you did pack 'em.
human
What business is it of yours. Mister Russell, I'd like to know, asked Monty Scruggs,
gpt
Where are these rebels that we're goin' to fight? asked Harry Joslyn, eagerly scanning the horizon.
human
I've been looking for 'em all along, but couldn't see none. Was you in such a hurry for fear they'd get away, and have they got away?
gpt
I wasn't in no hurry, answered Si.
human
That was only regler marchin' gait.
gpt
Holy smoke, murmured the rest, wiping their foreheads;
human
Don't be discouraged, boys, said Si.
gpt
You'll soon git used to marchin' that way right along, and never thinking of it. It may seem a little hard now, but it won't last long. I guess you're rested enough. Attention! Forward!--March!