Holy Mother--we got it f'r fair!" "Is your Colonel all right ?" "Yes.

Steve--his son--corporal, 10th Company--was hit." "What!" "Yes, sir.

Plumb through the collar-bone.

He was one of the first to get it.

I was turrible sorry for his father--fine old boy!--and he looked like he'd drop dead hisself--but, by gosh, friend, when the stretcher took Steve to the rear the old man jest sot them clean-cut jaws o' his'n, an' kep' his gold-wired gig-lamps to the front.