It was now the opening of September, and the hot days were passing.

There was a new sparkle and crispness in the air, and Warner, wounded as he was, felt it.
"We're back in the capital to enjoy ourselves a while," he said lightly to Dick, "and I'm glad to see that the weather will be fine for sight-seeing." "Yes, here we are," said Dick.

"The Johnnies beat us this time.

They didn't outfight us, but they had the best generals.

As soon as you're well, George, we'll start out again and lick 'em." "I'm glad you told 'em to wait for me, Dick.