You can't do nothin' in the darkness all by yourself.

We're Johnny Rebs, good and true, and I may be shootin' straight at you to-morrow mornin', but I reckon I've got nothin' ag'in you now.

We're lookin' for a brother o' mine." Dick joined them, and the four, the three in gray and the one in blue, moved on.

A friendly current had passed between him and them, and there would be no thought of hostility until the morning, when it would come again.

It was often so in this war, when men of the same blood met in the night between battles.
"What sort of a fellow is it that you're lookin' for ?" asked the man with the lantern.
"About my age.