Shore as you live if you
get to botherin' us we'll hurt you."
"You won't hurt us," said Dick, "because to-morrow we're going to
surround you and drive you into a coop."
"Drive us in a coop. See here, Yank, you're gettin' excited. Do you
know how many men we have here waitin' for you? Of course you don't.
Why, it's four hundred thousand, ain't it, Bill?"
"No, it's just two hundred thousand. I don't believe in lyin' fur effect,
Jim."
"I ain't lyin'. There's two hundred thousand men. Then there's Bobby
Lee. That's a hundred thousand more, which makes three hundred thousand.
Then there's Stonewall Jackson, who's another hundred thousand, which
brings the figures up to exactly what I said, four hundred thousand.
Now, ain't I right, Bill?"
"You shorely are, Jim. I was a fool for countin' the way I did. Will
you overlook it this time?"
"Wa'al, I will this time, but be shore you don't do it ag'in. Now,
see here, you Yanks: we like you well enough. You're friends of Bill,
who is a friend of me. Just you take my advice an' go home. Start
to-night while the weather is warm, an' the roads are good.
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