Dick looked over his shoulder at it.

It gave him a curious feeling to be marching past, while all that crash of battle was going on in the valley.

It almost looked as if they were deserting their general.
"How far are we going ?" he asked Warner.
"I don't know," replied the Vermonter, "but I fancy we'll go far enough.
My little algebra, although it remains unopened in my pocket, tells me that we shall continue our progress unseen until we reach the desired point.

These woods have grown up and these gullies have been furrowed at a very convenient time for us." The light was yet dim in the forests along the slopes, but the valley itself was flooded with the sun's rays.

The echoes of the firing rolled continuously through the gorges and multiplied it.