Eh?
Oh, you bet your boots, sonny.
Don't talk lance to me! It's all on account of those Frenchmen on Little Mac's staff----" "For God's sake shut up!" said Berkley nervously.

"I can't stand any more just now." "Oh!" said Casson, taken aback, "I didn't know you were such cronies with your Colonel.

Sorry, my dear fellow; didn't mean to seem indifferent.

Poor old gentleman.

I guess he will pull through.