They've given me a lot of trouble." The sergeant smiled.
"That's the way it goes," he said.

"You don't get mad at anybody in particular in a big battle, but if two or three fellows lay around in the woods popping away at you you soon get so you lose any objections to killing, and you draw a bead on 'em as soon as a chance comes." "That's the way I feel, Sergeant.

It isn't Christian, but I suppose it has some sort of excuse." "Of course it has.

Drop a little lower, Mr.Mason.I see the bushes out there shaking." "And that's the sign that Slade and his men have come.

Well, I'm not sorry." Both Dick and the sergeant lay almost flat with their heads raised a little, and their rifles pushed forward.