It all came back to him with astonishing vividness and force.
He was boy and man in one.

But he could scarcely realize the three years and more of war that had made him a man.

In one way it seemed a century, and in another it seemed but yesterday.

The water rose in his eyes at the knowledge that this same cousin who was like a brother to him, one with whom he had hunted, fished, played and swum, was there in the woods less than a mile away, and that he might be in battle with him again before morning.
"You were thinking of your cousin, Mr.Kenton," said Shepard suddenly.
"Yes, but how did you know ?" asked Dick in surprise.
"Because your face suddenly became melancholy--the moonlight is good, enabling me to read your look--and sadness is not your natural expression.

You recall that your cousin, of whom you think so much, is at hand with your enemies, and the rest is an easy matter of putting two and two together." "You're right in all you say, Mr.Shepard, but I wish Harry wasn't there." Shepard was silent and then Dick added passionately: "Why doesn't the South give up?
She's worn down by attrition.