But he wouldn't try; he's got too much sense, and loves the army too well for that.

No, sir! He'll go a long ways, that boy will, if he's let alone." "I never thought of myself as an Indian," said Necia, dully.

"In this country it's a person's heart that counts." "That's how it ought to be," said the Corporal, heartily; "and I'm mighty sorry if I've hurt you, little girl.

I'm a rough old rooster, and I never thought but what you understood all this.

Up here folks look at it right, but outside it's mighty different; even yet you don't half understand." "I'm glad I'm what I am!" cried the girl.