You know you can easily get out of it if you like." He laughed.

"You little silly, why not ?" "Oh, I don't know.

Don't laugh at me because I am nervous.

I am afraid that--that something might happen to you." "Well," he remarked consolingly, "every bullet has its billet, and if it does I don't see that it can be helped." "Think of Bessie," she said again.
"Look here, Jess," he answered testily, "what is the good of trying to take the heart out of a fellow like this?
If I am going to be shot I can't help it, and I am not going to show the white feather, even for Bessie's sake; so there you are, and now I must be off." "You are quite right, John," she said quietly.

"I should not have liked to hear you say anything different, but I could not help speaking.
Good-bye, John; God bless you!" and she stretched out her hand, which he took, and went.
"Upon my word, she has given me quite a turn," reflected John to himself, as the troop crept on through the white mists of dawn.