I've earned it.

I held it against all kinds of bullets.

Look at the scars made on each side of it by rebel lead." The firing now died.

Whitley's flank movement had proved wholly successful, and Colonel Winchester reinforced him in the little forest peninsula with fifty more picked men, where they lay well hidden, a formidable force for any assailant.
The silence now became complete, save for the stamping of the impatient horses and the drone of insects in the woods and grass.

Dick, lying on his stomach and using his glasses, could see nothing in the forest before them.