“Nonsense! Suppose, the enemy was on the other side of a deep river. We couldn’t get through that.”
“We should, somehow.”
“But we couldn’t. The guns would sink, and the cartridges be spoiled.”
“Like your new uniform.”
“Shouldn’t be wearing it to fight in,” said Dick.
“But look here; we should make for the nearest bridge or ford.”
“Suppose there was none,” said Dick.
“Bah! I shan’t suppose anything. I tell you we should go anywhere. I’m not going to chop logic with you—you argumentative little beggar.”
“Then, again, we couldn’t charge a fort or stone walls.”
“No, but we’d close up and batter them down. Look here, young fellow; you’re one of us now, and what you’ve got to believe is that our troop of horse artillery can do anything, and do it.”