Those in the upper story of the house have an especially good chance.

Look at the black dots in the snow high up on the slopes.

Those are dead guerrillas.

There, two men fell! Perhaps if they had known the kind of regiment it was they were coming after they wouldn't have been in such a hurry to attack us." He spoke with pride, but Dick felt some chagrin.
"That's true," he said, "though I don't like our regiment to be besieged here by a lot of guerrillas.

It's an ignominy.