"
The boy's forehead, customarily vacant, showed some little vertical
shadows, produced by a struggle to think. "Well, but--" he began,
slowly. "Listen, Grandpa, listen here!"
"Well?"
"Listen! Well, you said--you said you never got scared the ole Rebels
were goin' to win."
"They did win pretty often," said the grandfather. "They won a good many
battles."
"I mean, you said you never got scared they'd win the war."
"No, we were never afraid of that."
"Well, but if they were good men and fought like wildcats, Grandpa, and
kep' winning battles and everything, how could that be? How could you
_help_ bein' scared they'd win the war?"
The grandfather's feeble eyes twinkled brightly. "Why, we _knew_ they
couldn't, Ramsey."
At this, the little vertical shadows on Ramsey's forehead became more
pronounced, for he had succeeded in thinking. "Well, _they_ didn't know
they couldn't, did they?" he argued. "They thought they were goin' to
win, didn't they?"
"Yes, I guess they did. Up till toward the last, I suppose they probably
did.
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