Second Soldier. There, the game's mine!
First Soldier (looks up, laughing). Where's your midnight spread?
Third Soldier. Ever eat any rat? Best thing going.
First Soldier. Where'd you catch him?
Third Soldier. In my bed. Got him roasted, too. Here--
[Gives them pieces of rat and breaks the bread.
First Soldier (his mouth full). Bully! Wish I'd catch one. I'm
such a good mouser, there ain't many left around here.
Second Soldier. Say, where's that young fellow, Hillary?
[Looks around.
Third Soldier. In the parlor, talking to company. This is his at
home day.
[They all laugh.
First Soldier. He's pretty blue, I reckon. There's talk of hanging
him for a spy. They didn't find no papers--only reason they sent him here.
Third Soldier. Who's the fellow came in last night?
First Soldier. Caybel, Cabell, or some such name. Had a close
call, too. Don't know yet he's safe. He didn't let on, but I think he's
a friend of Hillary. Both captured at the same place. Been trying to
talk to him all day, but Old Hill watches pretty close when a new one
comes in (Bill's voice outside, singing a snatch of a song).
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