You are soldiers and can fight.

If they kill me, it is nuthin'.' So Tom leaped out to shove the boat into the water.

Just then the Rebel bullets began to rain around him.

He received seven or eight of them, and I'm afraid there is no hope for him." "O, Tom, I wish you hadn't gone.

O, Tom! Tom!" cried Robert, in tones of agony.
A gleam of grateful recognition passed over the drawn features of Tom, as the wail of his friend fell on his ear.