“Did you ever go up such a steep place before?”
“Yes, steeper,” I yelled back, thinking of Bunker Hill Monument.
“And didn’t fall?” he continued, as I took another labored stride onward and upward.
“No.”
“Wasn’t you afraid of falling?”
“No.”
“You must be plucky.”
As this did not strictly demand any answer, I took advantage of a momentary pause to say,
“Good day.”
“Good——But say? What regiment did you say you were in?”