"Lead on, but don't get us shot." They went cautiously through the bushes to the bank of the river, and then the sergeant blew softly between his fingers.

Two figures at once appeared on the other side, and Sergeant Whitley and the boys rose up.
"Mr.Brayton and Mr.Henderson," said the sergeant politely, "I want to introduce my friends, Lieutenant Mason, Lieutenant Warner and Lieutenant Pennington." "Movin' in mighty good comp'ny, though young, Dan," said Brayton, who was about Whitley's age and build.
"They're officers, an' they're young, as you say," said Whitley, "but they're good ones." "Them's the kind we eat alive, when we ain't got anything else to eat," said the Mississippian, a very tall, sallow and youngish man.

"We're never too strong on rations, and when I eat prisoners I like 'em under twenty the best.

They ain't had time to get tough.

I speak right now for that yellow-haired one in the middle." "You can't swallow me," said Pennington, good naturedly.