Two figures at once
appeared on the other side, and Sergeant Whitley and the boys rose up.
"Mr. Brayton and Mr. Henderson," said the sergeant politely, "I want to
introduce my friends, Lieutenant Mason, Lieutenant Warner and Lieutenant
Pennington."
"Movin' in mighty good comp'ny, though young, Dan," said Brayton, who was
about Whitley's age and build.
"They're officers, an' they're young, as you say," said Whitley, "but
they're good ones."
"Them's the kind we eat alive, when we ain't got anything else to eat,"
said the Mississippian, a very tall, sallow and youngish man. "We're
never too strong on rations, and when I eat prisoners I like 'em under
twenty the best. They ain't had time to get tough. I speak right now
for that yellow-haired one in the middle."
"You can't swallow me," said Pennington, good naturedly. "I'll just turn
myself crossways and stick in your throat."
"What are you fellows after around here, anyway?" continued the
Mississippian. "The weather's hot an' we all want to go in swimmin'
to-morrow, bein' as we have two rivers handy.
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