You think that we are fifty miles away, but a cannon shot from the center of our camp would reach the center of yours.

Why, while we are here, ready to spring, this Grant, of whom you think so much, is on his way tonight to the little village of Savannah to confer with Buell.

In the dawn when we strike and roll his brigades back he will not be here.

And that's your great general!" Dick knew that his uncle was excited.

But he had full cause to be.
There was everything in the situation to inflame an officer's pride and anticipation.