"I don't believe they'll come." "Why ?" I said anxiously.
"They'll all be shot down." "Nonsense," I said.

"Listen; those are their rifles replying." "I suppose so," was the reply, given thoughtfully.

"But what a strange echo the hills give back here!" "Yes," I said.

"That's why it's called Echo Nek." "I suppose so; but--but--Here, I say, those are not echoes we can hear now." "Nonsense! What can they be, then ?" "Some one else firing.

Can't you hear?
It sounds from right in front." "Well, that's how echoes do sound.