And I guess the Lancers will be in it, too." Berkley cast an evil eye on a pair of Pennsylvania soldiers who had come to see how the Zou-zous made camp; then he shrugged his shoulders, watching Burgess, who had started away to roam hungrily around the sutler's camp again.
"After all," he said, "these veterans have a right to jeer at us.
They've seen war; and now they know whether they'll fight or run away.

It's more than we know, so far." "Well, I tell you," said Stephen candidly, "there's no chance of my running away.

A fellow can't skedaddle when his father's looking at him.

Besides, Phil, I don't know how it is, but I'm not very much afraid, not as much as I thought I'd be." Berkley looked at him curiously.

"Have you been much under fire ?" "Only that affair at the Blue Bridge--you know yourself how it was.
After the first shell had made me rather sick at my stomach I was all right--except that I hated to see father sitting up there on his horse while we were all lying snug in the wheat.