On his breast were pinned perhaps twenty badges of secret societies and gold medals.

He limped a little as he approached me, and I concluded that this must be the novelist.
"He has a good mark to shoot at on his left breast," I said to Brown, "but he looks like a soldier." I was introduced to him by his real name, which was Colonel E.Z.C.

Judson.
"I was to deliver a temperance lecture tonight," said my new acquaintance, "but no lecture for me when there is a prospect of a fight.

The major has offered me a horse, but I don't know how I shall stand the ride." I assured him that he would soon feel at home in the saddle, and we set out.

The command headed for the North Platte, which had been swollen by mountain rains.