Did they touch you ?" "No; that is, I am not quite sure; it--it was all so horrible I cannot remember.

Who are you?
Are you the--the soldier ?" "Yes--I 'm Hamlin.

Would you mind telling me how you ever got over there ?" She straightened up, seemed to notice the heavy revolver in her fingers, and let it fall to the floor.
"Oh, it is like a dream--an awful dream.

I could n't help myself.
When the Mexican rolled off on to the floor, I knew he was dead, and--and there was his revolver held right out to me in his hand.
Before I realized I had it, and was up here--I--I killed one--he--he fell in the wheel; I--I can never forget that!" "Don't try," broke in Hamlin earnestly.

"You 're all right," he added, admiration in his voice.