The youth reflected.He had been used to regarding his comrade as a blatant child with an audacity grown from his inexperience, thought-less, headstrong, jealous, and filled with a tinsel courage.A swaggering babe accustomed to strut in his own dooryard.The youth wondered where had been born these new eyes; when his comrade had made the great discovery that there were many men who would refuse to be subjected by him.Apparently, the other had now climbed a peak of wisdom from which he could perceive himself as a very wee thing.And the youth saw that ever after it would be easier to live in his friend's neighborhood.
His comrade balanced his ebony coffee-cup on his knee."Well, Henry," he said, "what d'yeh think th' chances are? D'yeh think we'll wal-lop 'em?"
The youth considered for a moment."Day-b'fore-yesterday," he finally replied, with boldness, "you would 'a' bet you'd lick the hull kit-an'-boodle all by yourself."
His friend looked a trifle amazed."Would I?" he asked.He pondered."Well, perhaps Iwould," he decided at last.He stared humbly at the fire.
The youth was quite disconcerted at this sur-prising reception of his remarks."Oh, no, you wouldn't either," he said, hastily trying to re-trace.
But the other made a deprecating gesture.
"Oh, yeh needn't mind, Henry," he said."I be-lieve I was a pretty big fool in those days." He spoke as after a lapse of years.
There was a little pause.
"All th' officers say we've got th' rebs in a pretty tight box," said the friend, clearing his throat in a commonplace way."They all seem t' think we've got 'em jest where we want 'em.""I don't know about that," the youth replied.
"What I seen over on th' right makes me think it was th' other way about.From where I was, it looked as if we was gettin' a good poundin'
yestirday."
"D'yeh think so?" inquired the friend."Ithought we handled 'em pretty rough yestir-day."
"Not a bit," said the youth."Why, lord, man, you didn't see nothing of the fight.Why!"Then a sudden thought came to him."Oh!
Jim Conklin's dead."
His friend started."What? Is he? Jim Conklin?"The youth spoke slowly."Yes.He's dead.
Shot in th' side."
"Yeh don't say so.Jim Conklin....poor cuss!"All about them were other small fires sur-rounded by men with their little black utensils.
From one of these near came sudden sharp voices in a row.It appeared that two light-footed soldiers had been teasing a huge, bearded man, causing him to spill coffee upon his blue knees.The man had gone into a rage and had sworn comprehensively.Stung by his language, his tormentors had immediately bristled at him with a great show of resenting unjust oaths.
Possibly there was going to be a fight.
The friend arose and went over to them, mak-ing pacific motions with his arms."Oh, here, now, boys, what's th' use?" he said."We'll be at th' rebs in less'n an hour.What's th'
good fightin' 'mong ourselves?"
One of the light-footed soldiers turned upon him red-faced and violent."Yeh needn't come around here with yer preachin'.I s'pose yeh don't approve 'a fightin' since Charley Morgan licked yeh; but I don't see what business this here is 'a yours or anybody else.""Well, it ain't," said the friend mildly."Still I hate t' see--"There was a tangled argument.
"Well, he--," said the two, indicating their opponent with accusative forefingers.
The huge soldier was quite purple with rage.
He pointed at the two soldiers with his great hand, extended clawlike."Well, they--"But during this argumentative time the de-sire to deal blows seemed to pass, although they said much to each other.Finally the friend re-turned to his old seat.In a short while the three antagonists could be seen together in an amiable bunch.
"Jimmie Rogers ses I'll have t' fight him after th' battle t'-day," announced the friend as he again seated himself."He ses he don't allow no interferin' in his business.I hate t' see th' boys fightin' 'mong themselves."The youth laughed."Yer changed a good bit.Yeh ain't at all like yeh was.I remember when you an' that Irish feller--" He stopped and laughed again.
"No, I didn't use t' be that way," said his friend thoughtfully."That's true 'nough.""Well, I didn't mean--" began the youth.
The friend made another deprecatory gesture.
"Oh, yeh needn't mind, Henry."
There was another little pause.
"Th' reg'ment lost over half th' men yestir-day," remarked the friend eventually."I thought a course they was all dead, but, laws, they kep'
a-comin' back last night until it seems, after all, we didn't lose but a few.They'd been scattered all over, wanderin' around in th' woods, fightin'
with other reg'ments, an' everything.Jest like you done.""So?" said the youth.
