Si Klegg: Si and Shorty meet MrRosenbaum, the spy, who relates his adventures . were all up, Co. Q hadarrived on the scene. As the prisoners were beingdisarmed and put under guard, Si called out to : Captain, one o these men is my partickler want to tend to him. All right. Corporal, responded the Captain, at-tend to him, but dont be too rough on him. Remem-ber that he is an unarmed prisoner. Si and Shorty got down off their horses, and ap-proached Bushrod, who turned white as death, trem-bled violently, and began to beg. Gentlemen, dont kill me, he whined. Im apoor man,
Si Klegg: Si and Shorty meet MrRosenbaum, the spy, who relates his adventures . were all up, Co. Q hadarrived on the scene. As the prisoners were beingdisarmed and put under guard, Si called out to : Captain, one o these men is my partickler want to tend to him. All right. Corporal, responded the Captain, at-tend to him, but dont be too rough on him. Remem-ber that he is an unarmed prisoner. Si and Shorty got down off their horses, and ap-proached Bushrod, who turned white as death, trem-bled violently, and began to beg. Gentlemen, dont kill me, he whined. Im apoor man, an have a fambly to support. I didntmean nothin by what I said. I swar* t LordAmighty I didnt. Jest wanted to hear yourself talk—jest practicinyour voice, said Shorty sarcastically, as he took the A PERIOD OF SELF-DISGUST. 119 man by the shoulder and pulled him off into the bushby the roadside. Jest wanted to skeer us, and seehow fast we could run. Pleasant little pastime, eh?And them things you said about a young lady upin Injianny, said Si, clutching him by the BUSHROD PRAYS FOR HIS LIFE. I want to wring your neck jest like a you do with her picture and letters? Si thrust his hand unceremoniously into Bushrodspocket and found the ambrotype of Annabel. Abrief glance showed him that it was all right, andhe gave a sigh of satisfaction, which showed someamelioration of temper toward the captive. 120 Si Klegg. Whatd you do with them letters? Si demandedfiercely. Ike has em, said Bushrod. Youve got my shoes on, you brindle whelp,said Shorty, giving him a cuff in bitter remembranceof his own smarting feet. If were goin to shoot him, lets do it right off,said Si, looking at the cap on his gun. The com-panys gittin ready to start back. All right, said Shorty, with cheerful , your ticket for a brimstone suppers madeout. Howd you rather be shot—standin or kneel-inr 0, gentlemen, dont kill be. Ye hadnt do ye pick me out to kill? I wuz
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