Bullets whizzed about him, and, knowing that he would not be needed at present for any message, he hugged the friendly bark more tightly.
"It's lucky we have plenty of trees," said a voice from the shelter of the tree next to him.

"We have at least one for every officer and man." It was Warner who spoke and he was quite cheerful.

Like Colonel Winchester, he seemed to look forward to the combat with a certain joy, and he added: "You'll take notice, Dick, old man, that we've not been surprised.
Forrest hasn't galloped over us as he did before.

He's taking the trouble to make the approach with protected riflemen.

Now what is the sergeant up to ?" Sergeant Whitley, after whispering a little with Colonel Winchester, had stolen off toward the right with fifty picked riflemen.