But I said something chaffin'-like to that poor devil and he struck me, and I didn't hit him back--I didn't hit him back, thank God, nor threaten to report him.

But I had to tell the truth to the Colonel and take part of the blame on myself." "That's right," answered Broussard with deep feeling.

The Sergeant little knew how great a stake Broussard had in the business.
"And the chaplain, he seen something was wrong with me and so did Missis McGillicuddy--she's a soldier, sir, is Missis McGillicuddy.

I made a clean breast of it to the chaplain and he helped me a lot.

I've been goin' to church on Sundays ever since I was married--to tell you the truth, sir, Missis McGillicuddy marched me off every Sunday without askin' me if it was agreeable, any more than she'd ask Ignatius or Aloysius.