"Are we, sure 'nough?
Well, I'll be derned! Charge?
What fer?
What at?
Wilson, you're lyin'." "I hope to die," said the youth, pitching his tones to the key of angry remonstrance.

"Sure as shooting, I tell you." And his friend spoke in re-enforcement.

"Not by a blame sight, he ain't lyin'.

We heard 'em talkin'." They caught sight of two mounted figures a short distance from them.
One was the colonel of the regiment and the other was the officer who had received orders from the commander of the division.

They were gesticulating at each other.