Wouldn't it be funny if we'd turn their own trick on 'em, and end the
war right away?"
"It would he more than funny. It would be grand, superb, splendid,
magnificent. But I wish old George was here. Why did he want to get in
the way of that bullet? I hate to think of ending the war without him."
"Maybe he'll get up in time yet, Dick. I saw him a few hours before
we started. The doctors said that youth, clean blood and clean living
counted for a lot--I guess George would put it at ninety per cent,
and that his wound, the bullet having gone through, would heal at a
record rate."
"Then we'll see him soon. When he's strong enough to ride a horse,
nothing can hold him back."
"That's so. I see houses ahead. What place is it, Dick?"
"It must be Frederick. We had reports that the Johnnies were about here,
but they must have vanished, since no bullets meet us. The colonel is
looking through his glasses, and, as he does not check his horse, it is
evident that the enemy is not there."
"But maybe he has been there, and if he has we'll just take his place.
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