"_I_ say he was mighty lucky to be with _you_.

Feel like eating ?" It was delightful to Tom sitting there in their leafy concealment, waiting for any other hapless German emissaries who might come, bent on the murderous defilement of that crystal brook, and eating of the rations which Roscoe never failed to have with him.
"You're kind of like a pioneer," he said, "going off where there isn't anybody.

They have to trust you to do what you think best a lot, I guess, don't they?
A feller said they often hear you but they never see you.

I saw you riding on one of the tanks, but I didn't know it was you.
Funny, wasn't it ?" "I usually hook a ride.

The tanks get on my nerves, though, they're so slow." "You're like a squirrel," said Tom admiringly.
"Well, you're like a bulldog," said Roscoe.