"I 'd give my life to know what to do!" "Why, I'd send somebody to meet her--to turn her back if that was possible.

Peyton would look after her there at Ripley until you could arrange." "That's easy enough to say, Travers, but tell me who is there to send?
Do you chance to know an enlisted man out yonder who would do--whom you would trust to take care of a young girl alone ?" The Captain bent his head on one hand, silent for some minutes.
"They are a tough lot, Major; that's a fact, when you stop to call the roll.

Those recruits we got at Leavenworth were mostly rough-necks--seven of them in the guard-house to-night.

Our best men are all out," with a wave of his hand to the south.

"It's only the riff-raff we 've got left, at Devere." "You can't go ?" The Captain rubbed his lame leg regretfully.
"No; I 'd risk it if I could only ride, but I could n't sit a saddle." "And my duty is here; it would cost me my commission." There was a long thoughtful silence, both men moodily staring out through the door.