I've been so near wiped out such scores of
times, that it ain't no easy job to say which was the downright
nearest. In thinking it over, I conclude sometimes that one go was
the nearest, sometimes that another; it ain't no ways easy to say
now. But I think that, at the time, I never so much felt that Seth
Harper's time for going down had come, as I did in an affair near
San Louis."
"And how was that, Seth? Do tell us about it," Maud said.
"It's rather a long story, that is," the Yankee said.
"All the better, Seth," Charley said; "at least all the better as
far as we are concerned, if you don't mind telling it."
"No, I don't mind, no how," Seth answered. "I'll just think it
over, and see where to begin."
There was a silence for a few minutes, and the young Hardys
composed themselves comfortably for a good long sitting, and then
Seth Harper began his story.
"Better than five years back, in '47, I were fighting in Mexico. It
wasn't much regular up and down fighting we had, though we had some
toughish battles too, but it were skirmishing here, skirmishing
there, keeping one eye always open, for man, woman, and child hated
us like pison, and it was little mercy that a straggler might
expect if he got caught away from his friends.
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