I shan't stop." There I paused to fight with other ideas.
"Tanner and Blacksmith will laugh at me and think I am a coward.

Well, let them," I said to myself at last.

"It isn't cowardice not to wish to see such a horror as this.

I didn't feel cowardly when they were shooting at us down in the creek, and it would be far more cowardly to sit here against my will without speaking.

I will tell them I want to go." I should think that every lad of the age I then was, will pretty well understand my feelings, and what a bitter thing it was to turn and confess what they would jeer at and call "funk." It was hard work indeed.
"I don't care," I muttered.