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Major Lee and invited officers fell heirs to a supper waiting for one of the Mexican generals.
Jerry met Pompey wandering about, his black face smeared.
"Am dis one ob the Halls ob Montyzumy?" Pompey asked.
"I don't think so, Pompey. But we'll be there in the morning."
"Not dis chile. No, suh! You-all can have the rest ob dose Halls; I gwine to stay hyar as long as dar's any platters to lick."
