Youth did not realize the loss of those who had been with them so little.
Scattered exclamations came to Dick: "We beat 'em off that time, an' we can do it again." "Lucky though we had that little river before us.

Guess they'd have rode us right down with their horses if it hadn't been for the stream an' its banks." "Ouch, don't draw that bandage so tight on my arm.

It ain't nothin' but a flesh wound." "I hate a battle in the dark.

Give me the good sunshine, where you can see what's goin' on.

My God, that you Bill! I'm tremendous glad to see you! I thought you was lyin' still, back there in the grass!" Dick said nothing.