"Oh, we've got 'em now!" As he spoke his boyish face was wreathed in a gleeful smile, and his voice had an exultant ring.

"We've got 'em now.

At last, by the eternal thunders, we'll lick 'em good!" "If the truth was known," he added, more soberly, "THEY'VE licked US about every clip up to now; but this time--this time--we'll lick 'em good!" "I thought you was objecting to this march a little while ago," said the youth coldly.
"Oh, it wasn't that," explained the other.

"I don't mind marching, if there's going to be fighting at the end of it.

What I hate is this getting moved here and moved there, with no good coming of it, as far as I can see, excepting sore feet and damned short rations." "Well, Jim Conklin says we'll get a plenty of fighting this time." "He's right for once, I guess, though I can't see how it come.