We must drive the Spaniards back to New Orleans." "I agree with you," said Paul, "but how is it to be done ?" "Mebbe we kin shoo 'em back, skeer 'em, so to speak," said Shif'less Sol.
"We're jest bound to keep Spain out o' this country." "It is true," said Paul.

"Great things grow out of little ones.

Such a land as this is sure to have a great population some day and what we five do now, obscure and few as we are, may help to decide what that population is to be." As Paul spoke, his comrades and the shadowed glen floated away, and the look of seer came upon him.

Again he saw great towns and a nation.

The others regarded him with a little awe.