you expect to hold cornwallis with militia?
trust you and harry lee. remember that damned overland you two thought up in '62 to hit fort louis?
not many. dalton, scott, they've got their reasons; rev. oliver, he believes in the cause; some of the young bucks; a few like me with nothing to lose.  what about you? you've got a lot to lose.
we have enough arms for an army. now all we need is an army.
shoot them! shoot the damn things!
no wonder they were guarding it.
i say we drink the wine, shoot the dogs, and use the papers for musket wadding.
am i one of that sort?
he's not making light.
you don't know him very well, do you?
don't fault him for having grown up on the frontier. it was a harder time and a harder place than you know.
well?
cheerful news to greet the morn.
personally, i'd prefer stupidity.
we got our own little party.
twenty men here, seventeen in new brighton, a dozen along the black river. we'll pass three hundred by week's end if this keeps up.
he reminds me of you before you got old and ugly.
you got me beat on both accounts.
you got salt last week.
we've got plenty of baking powder. you went to pembroke and got five pounds two weeks ago.
damn your eyes. do your worst.