John's brow wrinkled and his right ear was thrown slightly forward.
"Those are our big guns," he said with a smile. "The Confederate artillery can't compare with ours—their infantry is a terror—stark, dead game fighters——"
"Boom—Boom!—--Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"How do you know those are our guns?" Betty asked with a shiver.
"The rebels have none so large. They'll have some to-night."
Again an angry flush mounted her cheeks:
"You wish them to be captured?"
"It will be a wholesome lesson."
Betty leaned closer and grasped his hand with trembling eagerness.
"O John—John, dear, this is madness! General McClellan has been accused of treason already—this surely is the basest betrayal of his country——"