At last, by the eternal thunders, we'll like 'em good!" "If the truth was known," he added, more soberly, "they've licked US about every clip up to now; but this time--this time--we'll lick 'em good!" "I thought you was objecting to this march a little while ago," said the youth coldly.
"Oh, it wasn't that," explained the other.

"I don't mind marching, if there's going to be fighting at the end of it.

What I hate is this getting moved here and moved there, with no good coming of it, as far as I can see, excepting sore feet and damned short rations." "Well, Jim Conklin says we'll get plenty of fighting this time." "He's right for once, I guess, though I can't see how it come.

This time we're in for a big battle, and we've got the best end of it, certain sure.

Gee rod! how we will thump 'em!" He arose and began to pace to and fro excitedly.