This is hard, firm ground, and we're not persecuted by mosquitoes.

Nor is the country suitable for an ambush by a great force.

Ouch, that burnt!" A bullet fired from a thicket had grazed Warner's bridle hand.

Dick was compelled to laugh.
"You're free from mosquitoes, George," he said, "but there are still little bullets flying about, as you see." A dozen cavalrymen were sent into the thicket, but the sharpshooter was already far away.

Colonel Hertford frowned and said: "Well, I suppose it's the price we have to pay, but I'd like to see the people to whom we have to pay it." "Not much chance of that," said Colonel Winchester.