I risk a guess that we attack both." "You don't risk much.

I tell you, Dick, that man Grant is a holy terror.
He isn't much to look at, but he's a marcher and a fighter.

We fellows in the ranks soon learn what kind of a man is over us.

I suppose it's like the horse feeling through the bit the temper of his rider.
President Lincoln has stationed General Halleck at St.Louis with general command here in the West.

General Halleck thinks that General Grant is a meek subordinate without ambition, and will always be sending back to him for instructions, which is just what General Halleck likes, but we in the ranks have learned to know our Grant better." Dick's eyes glistened.
"So you think, then," he said, "that General Grant will push this campaign home, and that he'll soon be where he can't get instructions from General Halleck ?" "Looks that way to a man up a tree," said Pennington slowly, and solemnly winking his left eye.
They were officer and private, but they were only lads together, and they talked freely with each other.