Hour after hour, in the darkness of that gloomy night, he trudged on, keeping his place in the ranks with a resolution which neither the long hours nor the weary miles could break down.
"I can't stand this much longer," whined Ben Lethbridge.

"I shall drop pretty soon, and die by the roadside." "No, you won't," added Hapgood.

"Stick to it a little while longer; never say die." "I can't stand it." "Yes, you can.

Only think you can, and you can," added the veteran.
"What do they think we are made of?
We can't march all day and all night.
I wish I was at home." "I wish I hadn't come," said Fred Pemberton.
"Cheer up! cheer up, boys.

Stick to it a little longer," said the veteran.
It was three o'clock the next morning before they were permitted to halt, when the boys rolled themselves up in their blankets, and dropped upon the ground.