The thought was tremendously stimulating.
Beverley, with the aid of Oncle Jazon, was able to lead his little company as far as the church before the enemy saw him.

Here a volley from the nearest angle of the stockade had to be answered, and pretty soon a cannon began to play upon the position.
"We kin do better some'rs else," was Oncle Jazon's laconic remark flung back over his shoulder, as he moved briskly away from the spot just swept by a six-pounder.

"Come this yer way, Lieutenant.

I hyer some o' the fellers a talkin' loud jes' beyant Legrace's place.

They ain't no sort o' sense a tryin' to hit anything a shootin' in the dark nohow." When they reached the thick of the town there was a strange stir in the dusky streets.