As the campfires died, the gloom that hung over the Wilderness became for him heavier and more ominous.
"What's the matter, Harry ?" asked Dalton, catching a glimpse of his face in the moonlight.
"I don't know, George.

I suppose this war is getting on my nerves.
I must be looking too much into the future.

Anyway, I'm oppressed to-night, and I don't know what it is that's oppressing me so much." "I don't feel that way.

Maybe I'm becoming blunted.

But the generals are talking a long time." "I suppose they have need to do a lot of talking, George.