In the morning, a sentry approached Willie. “About twenty riders comin" in, Captain. Lookin" like Missouri Boys. Bushwhackers, sir.”
Jock and Jim had just finished dosing a Ranger suffering from acute constipation.
“Head for the bushes,” Jim said. “Here.” He handed the soldier a few scraps of packing paper.
The boys doubled over in silent laughter. “If you run out,” Jock yelled after the soldier, who was doubled over, fumbling with his belt, “get a handful of grass and leaves. All hell going to come loose when the Blue Mass does its work!”
The mercury and chalk mixture of the Blue Mass was dreaded by soldiers. A dose left a man emptied and embarrassed by the eruptions in his bowels.
“Shame on you, Mr Doc and Mr Jim,” Abigail said. “You takin" after that poor, sick man.”
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