You are to carry them on your person and, as of course you understand, you are to keep on losing them.

You are to drop them into rivers, hide them in old trees, bury them under moss, talk about them in your sleep.

In fact, sir," said Davis, with a slight gesture of impatience--it was his _one_ fault--"you must act towards them as any bearer of Confederate despatches is expected to act.

The point is, can you do it, or can't you ?" "Sir," said Randolph, saluting again with simple dignity, "I come from Virginia." "Pardon me," said the President, saluting with both hands, "I had forgotten it.".