As soon as practicable thereafter the men will be turned out again for issue of razors." "Yes, sir," Kelly replied with a quiver.

"Of course you know what it means, Sergeant ?" "The regiment is moving, sir." "Moving by rail to the point of embarkation, Sergeant.

We're---at last we're going over!" There must have been an eavesdropper outside the office door, for instantly, so it seemed, the news flashed through the building.
"Orders have come!" "We're going over!" "_Now_!" "Stop that cheering, men!" boomed Dick Prescott's voice, as he stepped into the corridor.

"This is Georgia, and you'll wake all the sleeping babies in North Carolina.".