He caught a fever in the French camp, where he was dispensing vivers and provends out of English hampers.
'Those French fellows are every man of them trained up to snapping-point,' said Everard.

'You're sure to have them if you hold out long against them.

And greedy dogs too: they're for half our hampers, and all the glory.

And there's Nevil down on his back in the thick of them! Will anybody tell me why the devil he must be poking into the French camp?
They were ready enough to run to him and beg potatoes.

It 's all for humanity he does it-mark that.