No man ought to play cards who hasn't a fortune; and my fortune, I'm sorry to say, is only my face!" He laughed bitterly.
"And your sword--you've forgotten that, Calhoun.

You've a lot of luck in your sword." "Well, I've made no money out of it so far," Dyck retorted cynically.
"Yet you've put men with reputations out of the running, men like Mallow." "Oh, that was a bit of luck and a few tricks I've learned.

I can't start a banking-account on that." "But you can put yourself in the way of winning what can't be bought." "No--no English army for me, thank you--if that's what you mean." "It isn't what I mean.

In the English army a man's a slave.

He can neither eat, nor drink, nor sleep without being under command.