I know 'em." "But they will come on.

They'll pursue us.

They'll never let us go now," said Harry, reloading his gun with hands trembling from the exertion and excitement.
He was yet too young a soldier to understand that his enemy's fright might be greater than his own.
"Nary a time they won't," said the stranger, derisively.

"Them fellers are jest like Injuns; they're red-hot till one or two gits knocked over, an' then they cool down mouty suddent.

Why, me an' two others stopt the whole of Zollicoffer's army for two days by shootin' the officer in command of the advance-guard jest ez they war a-comin' up the hill this side of Barboursville.