But they did not speak for a while.

There was lost time to be made up, and they did not know when they would get another such chance--the odds were always against it.
"Enough is enough," said Langdon at last.

"It took a lot to make enough, but it's enough.

You have to be a soldier, Harry, to appreciate what it is to eat, sleep and rest.

I'm willing to wager my uniform against a last winter's snowball that we don't get another such meal in a month.
Old Jack won't let us." "To my mind," said St.Clair, "we're going right into the middle of big things.