A compliment from Lincoln, however, was too much for Jack, and a proud smile was seen upon the face of the boy.
"Thank you, Jack," said I, as I passed him; "I see you can use a rifle to some purpose." Jack held down his head, without saying a word, and appeared to be very busy about the lock of his piece.
In the skirmish, Lincoln had received the scratch of a lance, at which he was chafing in his own peculiar way, and vowing revenge upon the giver.

It might be said that he had taken this, as he had driven his short bayonet through his antagonist's arm, and sent him off with this member hanging by his side.

But the hunter was not content; and, as he retired sullenly into the inclosure, he turned round, and, shaking his fist at the Mexican, muttered savagely: "Yer darned skunk! I'll know yer agin.

See if I don't git yer yit!" Gravenitz, a Prussian soldier, had also been too near a lance, and several others had received slight wounds.

The German was the only one killed.