I don't believe the boy ever lived who would not feel frightened at having to face death.

For it was death we had to face then, and in the ugliest shape.

But Smith's words sent a thrill through us.
"I say, lads," he said, "we've got to fight this time.

If we begged for our lives they'd only serve us worse; so let 'em have it, and recollect that, if they kill us, the old _Teasers'll_ come and burn their town about their ears." "'Fraid, Ching ?" I whispered; for he and I were in front.
"No 'flaid now," he whispered back.

"Plenty flighten by and by." He smiled as he spoke, and led us straight on to where the four mandarin's men and the rough-looking fellows with them blocked the road, and if for a moment we had shown any hesitation, I believe they would have rushed at us like wolves.