There were also there a few stern-browed men of riper years, who stood perfectly silent, with lips compressed, and as pale as death.

"Yonder veterans," said the general, pointing to these soldiers, "are men whose courage I can depend on; they _know_ what they are going to, the others _don't!_" Yes, these young soldiers _very probably_ were brave; the others _certainly_ were.
Dick Varley stood for a few seconds as if thunderstruck, while the bear stood hissing at him.

Then the liquefaction of his interior ceased, and he felt a glow of fire gush through his veins.

Now Dick knew well enough that to fly from a grizzly bear was the sure and certain way of being torn to pieces, as when taken thus by surprise they almost invariably follow a retreating enemy.

He also knew that if he stood where he was, perfectly still, the bear would get uncomfortable under his stare, and would retreat from him.