"
"Come, Captain," said Jim, heartily, "the bullet isn't molded that
can harm you. You'll lead us into Richmond yet."
"It will not be from lack of goodwill if I don't. I like your
spirit; and I believe the army will get there this time whether
I'm with it or not. Do as I ask. There is no harm in providing
against what may happen. Make your breakfast quickly, for orders
may come at any moment;" and he strode away to look after the
general readiness of his men.
The two brothers compared the address on the letters and laughed a
little grimly. "Cap is a-providing, sure enough," Sam Wetherby
remarked. "They are both written to the pretty Helen Kemble that
he used to make eyes at in the singing-school. I guess he thinks
that you might stop a bullet as well as himself, Jim."
"It's clear he thinks your chances for taking in lead are just as
good," replied Jim. "But come, I'm one of them fellows that's
never hit till I am hit. One thing at a time, and now it's
breakfast."
"Well, hanged if I want to charge under the lead of any other
captain!" remarked Sam, meditatively sipping his coffee.
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