"If you do, I'll give you something to cry for." Tom did not like the style of remark which the other had adopted.

He was angry, and, as he spoke, his fist involuntarily clinched, and his eye looked fierce and determined.
"Come, come, Tom; don't bristle up so.

If you are a man, just show that you are, and come along with us." "I say, Ben, I want to know who's a baby or a calf, you or I, before we go, I won't stand any more of your lip." "Will you go with us ?" demanded Ben, who was rather disposed to dodge the issue.
"What do you mean by calling me a calf and a baby?
And this isn't the first time you've done it." "Don't you know that every man in the regiment has been all over the city, and without any pass?
When I ask you to go, you begin to talk about a pass." "I choose to obey orders," replied Tom.
"O, you daresn't go with us." "Come along!" said Tom, who had not yet learned to bear the taunts of his companion.
"Get your pail." Tom got his pail, and was immediately joined by Fred and Ben, each of whom was also supplied with a pail.

There was no water to be had within the camp ground, and the men were obliged to bring it in pails from the hydrants in the street.

A pail, therefore, was quite as good as a written document to enable them to pass the guard.
The party thus provided had no difficulty in passing the sentinels.