It's not enough for us to hold our own against 'em, because they're the people we came to get, and we ought to get 'em." "I dare say the colonel thinks as you do and he's already planning how to do it.

This is a smart little battle, as it is.

Those sharpshooters of ours in the houses are certainly making it warm for the enemy!" The firing was now very fast, and, as long as the brilliancy of the night remained unobscured, much of it was deadly, but a great amount of smoke gathered, and, as it rose, it formed a cloud.

The showers of bullets then decreased in volume and a comparative lull came.

But the men of Slade and Skelly could yet be seen on the crests and slopes, and there was no indication that they would draw off.
Dick made his way back to Colonel Winchester, who was still in the clump of trees, a central point, from which he could direct the defense.
The colonel, as Dick clearly saw, felt chagrin.