He thought out the details of critical interviews with commanding officers in which he with some chosen comrade volunteered for incredibly dangerous enterprises.

He conceived of himself as wounded, though not fatally, and carried to the rear out of some bullet-swept firing-line.

He was just twenty-three years of age.

Adventure had its fascination, and the world was still a place full of splendid possibilities.
At the end of his two days of dreaming he returned, flushed with his great purposes, to the realities of life.

He went to Father Moran to tell him that he would not buy Durkan's boat.