Here, stung, bleeding and completely defeated by the enemy they stopped for repairs.
An occasional angry buzz showed that they were not yet safe from the skirmishers, but their attack seemed a light matter after the full assault of the determined foe.
"I suppose we're all wounded," said Dick as he wiped a bleeding cheek.
"At least as far as I can see they're hurt.

The last fellow who got his bayonet in my face turned his weapon around and around and sang merrily at every revolution." "We were afraid of being ambushed by Forrest," said Warner, speaking from a swollen countenance.

"Instead we struck something worse; we rode straight into an ambush of ten billion high-powered mosquitoes, every one tipped with fire.

Have we got enemies like these to fight all the way down here ?" "They sting the rebels, too," said Pennington.
"Yes, but they like newcomers best, the unacclimated.

When we rode down into that swamp I could hear them shouting, to one another: 'That fat fellow is mine, I saw him first! I've marked the rosy-cheeked boy for mine.