"I could afford to lose several in such a pleasant manner.

I suppose a lot of Stonewall Jackson's men were shooting at me while I slept, but I was lucky and didn't know about it." "You talk too long," said Pennington.

"That comes of your having taught school.

You could talk all day to boys younger than yourself, and they were afraid to answer back." "Shut up, both of you," said Dick.

"Here comes the sergeant, and I think from his look he has something to say worth hearing." Sergeant Whitley had cleansed the blood and dust from his face, and a handkerchief tied neatly around his head covered up the small wound there.