Back there on the field of Bull Run I was able to demonstrate by my own hearing and imagination that a hundred thousand rebels could fire a million bullets a minute; that every one of those million bullets filled with a mortal spite against me was seeking my own particular person." Whitley gazed at him again with admiration.
"You've certainly got a wonderful fine big bag of words," he said, "an' whenever you need any you just reach in an' take out a few a foot long or so.

But I reckon a lot of others felt the way you did, though they won't admit it now.

Look, we're nearly to Washington now.

See the dome of the Capitol over the trees there, an' I can catch glimpses of roofs too." Dick and George also saw the capital, and cheered by the sight, they marched at a swifter gait.

Soon they turned into the main road, where the bulk of the army had already passed and saw swarms of stragglers ahead of them.