"The Yankees are getting ready to charge," said the colonel.
"He was desperately wounded," answered Calhoun, "but he did not die, and he is now a prisoner in the hands of the Yankees.
The Yankees all turned their gaze toward her resplendent orb, kissed their hands, called her by all kinds of endearing names.
He saw himself beaten in some things by the French, in some by the Germans, in others by the Italians, and in a few (O wonder!) by the Yankees.
The subject was rather a painful one to the Lieutenant, for during his visit to the Osbornes the week before, when he tried to make himself agreeable to the daughter, the lady told him in very plain words what she thought of Yankees.