He felt a little shame that he, an officer, should seek protection, but when he stole a look he saw that all the others, Colonel Winchester included, were doing the same.

Sergeant Whitley had sunk down the lowest of them all, and, catching Dick's glance, he said in clear, low tones audible under the storm: "Pardon me for saying it to you, an officer, Mr.Mason, but it's our business not to get killed when it's not needed, so we can save ourselves to be killed when it is needed." "I suppose you're right, Sergeant.

At any rate I'm glad enough to keep under cover, but do you see anything in those woods over there?
We're on the extreme left flank here, and maybe they're trying to overlap us." "I think I do.

Men with rifles are in there.

I'll speak to the colonel." He crawled to Colonel Winchester, who was crouched a dozen feet away, and pointed to the wood, or rather thicket of scrub.