Then we'll see that they acquire discipline.

Nothing like the enemy's fire to teach men what war is." They were riding at good speed toward the village, while they talked, and Harry had become at once the friend and lieutenant of young Captain Sherburne.

His manner was so pleasant, so intimate, so full of charm, that he did not have the power or the will to resist it.
They soon saw Hertford, a village so little that it was not able to put itself on the map.

It stood on the crest of a low hill, and the tobacco barn was about as large as all the other buildings combined.

The twilight had now merged into night, but there was a bright sky and plenty of stars, and they saw well.
Captain Sherburne stopped his troop at a distance of three or four hundred yards, while they were still under cover of the forest.
"What's the name of the commander there ?" he asked.
"McGee," Harry replied.