They were already soldiers.
They fought during the meal several sharp engagements, from which they emerged without a scratch.
"We'll be takin' a lot of long chances, kid," cautioned Spike.

"First thing we know--they might be saying it to us with flowers." "Let 'em talk!" said the buoyant Wilbur.

"Of course we'll get into trouble sooner or later." "Sure!" agreed Spike.

"Way I look at it, I got about one good fight left in me.

All I hope is, it'll be a humdinger." Later they wandered along River Street, surveying the little town with new eyes.