"I don't think," Dr. Haenlingen said. "I never think. I reason when I must, react when I can." She paused. "Sometimes, Norma, it strikes me that the Psychological Division hasn't really kept track of its own occupational syndromes."
"They're shootin' wuss and wuss every day," remarked Shorty, after judicially considering the shot and making comparison with its predecessors. "They'll git so after awhile that they can't hit the Tennessee Valley.""But what're you goin' to do with the gang?" Groundhog inquired.
TWO:"Do? Do as you please," laughed the Captain. "You are as well off here as anywhere. When a man's away from home one place's the same's another to him. Here, I'll tell you what you can do. See that cow back there? The boys have been trailing her along, in hopes to get her into Chattanooga and make beef of her. We've got to leave her now, for we are going on the jump. We'll make you a present of her and this broken-down horse. That'll start you in business. A horse and a cow's a big start for any man. Good-by. Attention, company! Forward, head of column rightMarch!"Si and Shorty turned to give directions about packing up the shelter-tents and blankets for carrying.
FORE:"At a party?" Albin said. "She's a hundred and twelveolder than that. What does she want with parties? Don't be silly.""We can't wait any longer," said the Colonel. "Pass the word down the line to move forward. Make no noise till the enemy opens fire. Then everybody push forward as rapidly as possible for the works."
FORE:Unless you think we can make money selling weapons to be used against our own people on Fruyling's World."J. O. S. I am not kild Hospital at Chattanooga badly wounded E. C. Bower sox."
FORE:"And didn't I watch the crossing down there at the burnt bridge?" pleaded Jim Humphreys."Who the divil's goin' to carry this word, Oi'd like to know, Misther Klegg?" broke in Hennessey. "Are you goin' to put words into my mouth, Misther Klegg? Oi'll tell your Captain just fwhat Oi plaze, about you and your foight and your rations. Oi want no more worrids wid ye. Attintion, min! Shoulder, a-r-m-s! Roight face! Forward, foile left!M-a-r-c-h!"
THREE:The crowd inside at first recoiled at the sight of the soldiers, but, frightened for his own safety, Billings shouted, as he sheltered himself behind the altar:
THREE:"Yes, sir," blubbered Pete. "And they are always losin' us, particularly me, durn 'em. Spite of all I kin say to 'em they'll lose me, durn their skins."
He was none too soon. The tramping through the bushes, and the various noises that bodies of men will make when in motion, had reached the ears of the alert rebels. A dazzling series of flashes ran along the sky-line, and a flight of bullets sang wickedly over the heads of the 200th Ind., striking in the bushes and trees far behind them.Shorty took him by the hand and helped him to his feet. "Do you want any more? Have you got enough?" he asked."Show me what to do, give me what you kin, and I'll trust in the Lord and my own efforts for the rest.""Why, you little scamps you," gasped Si in amazement. "What'd you mean? Ain't you goin' to obey my orders?"