I can't live on grass.

If I become a prisoner at any time I demand the very best of food, especially as you Yankees already have more than your share." "There go the trumpets recalling us," said St.Clair.

"The men have finished the gruesome task.

I want you to know, Mr.Mason, that we bear you no animosity, and we're quite sure that you bear us none." He extended his hand and Dick's met it in a warm grasp.

Langdon also shook hands with him, and as his eyes twinkled he said: "Don't fail to notice my haughty bearing when I march at the head of a triumphal troop down Broadway!" "I promise," said Dick.