"I didn't know before that mountains could be put to such good use.

Look, you can see lights on the ridge now." They saw lights, evidently those of powerful lanterns swung to and fro, but they did not understand them, nor did they care much.
"Signals are just trifles to me now," said Happy Tom.

"What do I care for lights moving on a mountain four or five miles away, when for a month, day and night without stopping, a million Yankees have been shooting rifle bullets at me, and a thousand of the biggest cannon ever cast have been pouring round shot, long shot, shell, grape, canister and a hundred other kinds of missiles that I can't name upon this innocent and unoffending head of mine." "They'll be on us tomorrow, Happy," said St.Clair, more gravely.

"This picnic of ours can't last more than a day." "I think so, too," said Harry.

"So long, boys, I've got to join Captain Sherburne.