"Luck, Frank, is only a minor factor in life.
What we usually call luck is the result of foresight, skill and courage.
There are facts that I wouldn't have you to forget, even if it is a hot
day far down in Mississippi."
Warner and Pennington sprang from their horses and greeted Dick warmly.
They had returned a day or two before from their own less perilous
errands, but they were in great anxiety about their comrade. They were
glad too, when they heard that the sergeant had joined him and that he
had come back safe.
"I suppose it means a battle at Jackson," said Warner. "We're surely on
the move, and we're going to keep the Johnnies busy for quite a spell."
"Looks like it," said Dick.
Colonel Winchester came soon, and his face showed great relief when he
shook hands with Dick.
"It was a dangerous errand, Dick, my lad," he said, "but I felt that you
would succeed and you have. It was highly important that we gather all
our forces for a great stroke."
Dick resumed at once his old place in the Winchester regiment, with
Warner, Pennington and his other comrades around him.
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