And the throbbing of the distant guns steadily drew them on.
"We'll get all we want before this is through," said Dalton gravely to Harry.
"I think so, too.

Listen to those big guns, George! And I think I can hear the crack of rifles, too.

Our pickets and those of the enemy must be in contact in the forest there on our left." "I haven't a doubt of it, but if we rode that way like as not we'd strike first a swamp, or a creek twenty feet deep.

I get all tangled up in this kind of a country." "So do I, but it doesn't make any difference.

We just stick along with Old Jack." The army marched on a long time, always to the accompaniment of that sinister mutter in the southeast.