You may expect me.' 'You're the kind of lad for us,' cried the serjeant, holding Joe's hand in his, in the excess of his admiration.

'You're the boy to push your fortune.

I don't say it because I bear you any envy, or would take away from the credit of the rise you'll make, but if I had been bred and taught like you, I'd have been a colonel by this time.' 'Tush, man!' said Joe, 'I'm not so young as that.

Needs must when the devil drives; and the devil that drives me is an empty pocket and an unhappy home.

For the present, good-bye.' 'For king and country!' cried the serjeant, flourishing his cap.
'For bread and meat!' cried Joe, snapping his fingers.