You haven't seen any flinchin' on the part of anybody an' I don't think you ever will." "What are you going to do now ?" asked Ned.
"I'm goin' to eat dinner, an' after that I'll take a nap.

My advice to you is to do the same, 'cause you'll be on watch to-night." "I know I can eat," said Ned, "and I'll try to sleep." He found that his appetite was all right, and after dinner he lay down in the long room of the hospital.

Here he heard the cannon of Santa Anna still thundering, but the walls softened the sound somewhat and made it seem much more distant.

In a way it was soothing and Ned, although sure that he could not sleep, slept.

All that afternoon he was rocked into deeper slumber by the continuous roar of the Mexican guns.