They cut the leaves and branches with sharp little crashes, and struck men's bodies with a peculiar slap.

A score of men in the disordered group fell back dead or dying upon the green moss.
"Of course, we might've knowed them muddle-headed officers 'd run us right slap into a hornets' nest of Rebels before they knowed a thing about it," grumbled Abe Bolton, hastily tearing a cartridge with his teeth, and forcing it into his gun.
"Hold on, my weak-kneed patriot," said Kent Edwards, catching Jake Alspaugh by the collar, and turning him around so that he faced the enemy again.

"It's awful bad manners to rush out of a matinee just as the performance begins.

You disturb the people who've come to enjoy the show.

Keep you seat till the curatin goes down.