Guess them that's kneeling had better bend down a little lower." Warner, who had been crouched on his knees, lay down almost flat.
He did not understand forests and darkness as Dick did, nor did he have the strong hereditary familiarity with them, and he felt uncomfortable and apprehensive.
"I don't like it," he said to Pennington.

"I'd rather fight in the open." "So would I," said Pennington.

"It's awful to lie here and feel yourself being surrounded by dangers you can't see.

I guess a man in the African wilderness stalked at night by a dozen hungry lions would feel just about as I do." "I'm going to creep a little distance up the slope again," said the sergeant, "and try to spy 'em out." "A good idea, but be very careful." "I certainly will, Mr.Mason.

I want to live." He slid among the bushes so quietly that Dick did not hear the noise of him passing, nor was there any sound until he came back a few minutes later.
"I saw 'em," he whispered.