Five of them were already loaded.
Cartridges were soon clapped into six more.

Wade handed us each one, including Palmleaf.
"See that you don't shoot any of us with it, you lubber!" he said.
"Neber fear, sar," replied the negro with a grin.

"I'se called a berry good shot at Petersburg, sar.

Fit there, sar,--on the Linkum side." "You did ?" "Yes, sar.

Called a berry sure shot, sar." Kit and Raed began to laugh.
"Come, tumble in, boys!" shouted the captain, who didn't see the point quite so clearly as we did.
We got into the boat,--eleven of us; about as many as could find room.
Hobbs and Bonney lay back at the oars.