They fought the Spaniard bare-armed, bare-headed, bare-footed; and if we have to fight, we can do the same, and drive off our enemies too." "The French, father ?" I said, feeling quite abashed.
"Ay, my boy, or anyone else.

These uniforms look very attractive, but there's a great deal of vanity in them, and we are too busy to give way to that." "Yes, father," I said meekly, and as I said it I thought about something else.
"There, you lads can go now.

Thank you for helping to arrange my little armoury." We should both have liked to examine those arms a little more.

We should even have liked to try one of the pistols, and shoot at a mark, but this was a regular dismissal, and we went out, going quietly down to the stream, all stained now with the dirty water from the mine, and for some time we preserved silence.
"What are you thinking about, Sep ?" said Bigley at last.
"I was thinking how nicely those belts would go with a uniform," I said.
"Were you?
How funny!" said Bigley.

"That's just what I was thinking." "What, about a uniform ?" "Yes." "Blue ?" "No, scarlet." I went down to the shore with Bigley, and we had a good ramble, after which he fetched the glass, and we climbed up to the place on the rocks where his father used to station himself to look out--for fish, Bigley said; but my father often said they were very rum fish--and there we swept the horizon to see if we could make out the lugger, but she was not in sight, and after a time we grew tired of this and lay down in the warm sunshine upon the cliff, where Bigley dropped off to sleep.
I did not feel sleepy, though, but full of thought.