"He and the men of his class are thorough, fanatics as I consider them.

Hard and pitiless as they proved themselves, to those against whom they fought, one cannot but admire them, for they were heart and soul in their cause.

There was no flinching, no half measures, no concessions for the sake of expediency.
On the ground on which they took their stand, they conquered or died.
Would that a like spirit animated all my countrymen!" After nightfall, Larry brought round Walter's horse, saddled, and his own rough pony.

Walter mounted the former, and John the latter.

The two kegs were slung across Walter's horse.
"Will you meet me at the clump of trees, half a mile out of camp, Larry ?" Walter said.