"What's the use of waiting?"
"Le's go in!"
The captain and lieutenant lay at a distance on the grass. Neither of them answered. Jimmie felt around his belt.
"I got fifteen cartridges."
"How's your scratch, Jimmie?"
"Ho, I don' care for that. Why don' we fight some more?"
The captain said, "Do you hear those minie-balls?"
The lieutenant, "What of them?"
"The pitch, of course; they go from E flat to F, and then drop to D. That's a very pretty interval."