"I fought you fair," he said; "and you're a man worth fighting.

But you have broken something in my face with your fist.

Give me something to tie it up with ?" "God save us all!" said Sam, giving him his handkerchief.

"This is miserable work! I hope it is all over." It seemed so.

All he heard were the fearful screams of a wounded man lying somewhere among the fern.
"Where are they all, Jackson ?" said he.
"All away to the right, sir," said the trooper.