I'm glad, sir, if I may make bold once more, that the Winchester men stay out of the tents and keep awake." Warner joined them, and reported that fresh messengers from the front had given renewed assurances of quiet.

Absolutely nothing was stirring along Cedar Creek, but Sergeant Daniel Whitley was still dissatisfied.
"It's always where nothin' is stirrin' that most is doin', sir," he said to Dick.
"You're epigrammatic, sergeant." "I'm what, sir?
I was never called that before." "It doesn't depreciate you.

It's a flattering adjective, but you've set my own nerves to tingling and I don't feel like sleeping." "It never hurts, sir, to watch in war, even when nothing happens.
I remember once when we were in a blizzard west of the Missouri, only a hundred of us.

It was in the country of the Northern Cheyennes, an' no greater fighters ever lived than them red demons.

We got into a kind of dip, surrounded by trees, an' managed to build a fire.