ONE:"Well, good-by, if you must be going. You done well. You ought to belong to the artillery. You're too good for a dough-boy. I'm going to ask the Captain to have you detailed to us."
TWO:The boys leaned on their muskets and watched the awful spectacle with dazed eyes. It seemed far more terrible even than the ordeal through which they had just been.
TWO:"Leave me alone," Dodd said. "Just do me a favor. Leave me alone.""You mean the middle finger, don't you?" queried Monty Scruggs. "That's more natural way of standing."
THREE:"Seems like it," said Shorty, looking down the line of bright, beardless, callow faces. "Some o' them don't look as if they'd got as fur as the fourth reader. Ain't old enough to spell words o' more than two syllables. What do they want with so many drummer-boys?"Automatic sweep searchlights were keyed in. The machinery continued to respond.
