“Yes, Sir!” all the soldiers answered.
General Stone, Emily and Mr. Evans began to go off, heading for opposite directions. The girl was walking down that ground and was a little afraid; she was holding her weapon and was ready to fire. After walking about one hundred sixty feet, she noticed a point where vegetation was slightly more scattered. The young marine’s attention was somehow caught by that kind of hole in the grass and came near it carefully, gripping her weapon tighter. She moved a few feet away and then she caught sight of a weapon that was the same as hers. She identified it immediately: it was Matthew’s weapon. She picked it up without hesitation and checked its efficiency.
“Sir! Come here!” Emily said, attracting the attention of the General and all the others. The whole g
