But I suppose we can whip the Johnnies anyway." "Of course we can," said Pennington, who was always of a most buoyant temperament.
Sergeant Whitley went to the shutterless window, and looked out at the forest and the long array of tents.
"The rain is about over," he said.

"It was just a passin' shower.

But it looks as if it had already added a fresh shade of green to the leaves and grass.

Cur'us how quick a rain can do it in spring, when everything is just waitin' a chance to grow, and bust into bloom.

I've rid on the plains when everything was brown an' looked dead.