Now listen for the answer." Together they listened, father and daughter, with straining ears--listened for the defiant reply of those men who, being Americans, were never beaten until hunger and superior numbers forced them to the wall.
"Boom!" A great, ear-filling sound crashed over the hills and rolled, echoing, through the woods.
"That's us! That's us!" the man cried out exultantly, while he caught the child closer in his arms.

"Hear our people talking, honey?
Hear 'em talk!" But overhead something was coming through the air and the child shrank down in terror--something that whined and screamed as it sped on its dreadful way and seemed like a demon out of hell searching for his prey.
"Lord a' mercy, Daddy!" the child cried out.

"What's _that_ ?" He patted her head consolingly.

"Nothing at all but a shell.

They sound much worse than they really are.