There were no signs of Sandy; somewhere within a hundred yards he was fighting his own battles, and I was tormented by the thought that he might get jumpy again and wreck everything.

A strange Companion brought us food, a man who spoke only Turkish and could tell us nothing; Hussin, I judged, was busy about the horses.

If I could only have done something to help on matters I could have scotched my anxiety, but there was nothing to be done, nothing but wait and brood.

I tell you I began to sympathize with the general behind the lines in a battle, the fellow who makes the plan which others execute.

Leading a charge can be nothing like so nerve-shaking a business as sitting in an easy-chair and waiting on the news of it.
It was bitter cold, and we spent most of the day wrapped in our greatcoats and buried deep in the straw.