Two days are enough for any battle." Pennington's tone was jocular, but his words were not.

His face was grave as he regarded the opposing forest.

He had the feeling of youth that others might be killed, but not he.

Nevertheless he was already mourning many a good comrade who would be lost before the night came again.
"There are the wasps!" said Warner, bending a listening ear.

"You can always hear them as they begin to sting.