We'll take it away from you." "I don't know about that, but I can't argue with you now.

I'm due for my second gallon." "So am I." Each bent down and drank again a long, life-giving draught from the rushing stream.

For a distance of a hundred yards or more heads black, brown and sometimes yellow were bent over the brook.

Far off, both to east and west, the cannon thundered in the darkness, but with the drinkers it was a peaceful interlude of a quarter of an hour.

Such moments often occurred in this war when the men on both sides were blood brethren.
Colonel Winchester stood up, and the grizzled Confederate colonel stood up on the other side of the stream, facing him.