More than some--Josie and--and Bess never asked a question.' 'They don't care about rows and things; they liked the mine business, heroes, and that sort.

So do I, and I'm as proud as Punch over it; but I see by your eyes that there was something else before that, and I'm bound to find out who Blair and Mason are, and who was hit and who ran away, and all the rest of it.' 'What!' cried Dan, in a tone that made Ted jump.
'Well, you used to mutter about 'em in your sleep, and Uncle Laurie wondered.

So did I; but don't mind, if you can't remember, or would rather not.' 'What else did I say?
Queer, what stuff a man will talk when his wits are gone.' 'That's all I heard; but it seemed interesting, and I just mentioned it, thinking it might refresh your memory a bit,' said Teddy, very politely; for Dan's frown was heavy at that moment.
It cleared off at this reply, and after a look at the boy squirming with suppressed impatience in his chair, Dan made up his mind to amuse him with a game of cross-purposes and half-truths, hoping to quench his curiosity, and so get peace.
'Let me see; Blair was a lad I met in the cars, and Mason a poor fellow who was in a--well, a sort of hospital where I happened to be.

Blair ran off to his brothers, and I suppose I might say Mason was hit, because he died there.

Does that suit you ?' 'No, it doesn't.