If I hadn't got well so fast that they could let me go, I'd have climbed out of the window with what strength I had, and have made for the army anyhow.

Did you ever feel a finer wind than this?
What a beautiful country! It must be the most magnificent in the world!" Dick and Pennington laughed.

Old George was growing gushy.

But they understood that he saw with the eyes of the released prisoner.
"It is beautiful," said Dick, "and it's a pity that it should be ripped up by war.

Listen, boys, there's the call that's growing mighty familiar to us all!" Far in front behind the hills they heard the low grumbling of cannon.
And further away to the west they heard the same sinister mutter.