I'm ready to help if they come at us.

I've been through so much today that I've become blunted to fear." "I don't think we'll meet an enemy, but we must be armed and watchful." John had not yet looked down, but he knew that the _Arrow_ was rising high.

The thunder of the battle died so fast that it became a mere murmur, and the air was thin, pure and cold.

When he felt that the _Arrow_ had reached its zenith he put the glasses to his eyes and looked over.
He saw a world spouting fire.

Along a tremendous line curved and broken, thousands of cannon great and small were flashing, and for miles and miles a continuous coil of whitish smoke marked where the riflemen were at work.