But it's an intelligent game, Harry." "I don't think a sport is intellectual, merely because it is slow." Lieutenant-Colonel St.Hilaire made a move, Colonel Leonidas Talbot made another, and then promptly uttered a little cry of triumph.
"My king is free! He is free! You made no royal capture, Hector!" he exclaimed joyously.
"It is so, Leonidas.

I did not foresee your path of retreat.

I must enter upon a new campaign against you." Harry, who was looking toward the heights on the other side of the river, saw a flash of flame and a puff of smoke.

A rumbling noise came to him.
"What is it, Harry ?" asked Colonel Talbot.
"A Yankee cannon.

I suppose it was telling us Christmas is over.
The ball struck somewhere in Fredericksburg." "A waste of good ammunition.