I trust our gallant Rogers will not fall.

That would carry confusion to our ranks." Shoulder to shoulder stood Fritz and Stark, warily watching the movements of the foe.

They saw them creeping round the base of the hill--saw it by the movement of the brushwood rather than by anything else; for their foes were used to bush craft, too.
"If anything should go amiss with me today, friend John," said Fritz, as he loaded his piece, looking sternly down into the hollow beneath, "give my love to Susanna, and tell her that her name will be on my lips and my heart in the hour of death." "Talk not of death, man, but of victory!" cried Stark, whose indomitable cheerfulness never forsook him.

"Yet I will remember and give the message to my pretty cousin--for I know that women live on words like these--if the blow has to fall.

But never think of that!" "I do not," answered Fritz; "I hope to come forth safe and sound.
But were it otherwise--" "Fire!" cried Stark, breaking suddenly into the commander; and a sharp, deadly volley blazed forth from the guns of his contingent.
It was plain that the enemy had not expected this flank movement to be observed.