Your father wouldn't like 'em, I know.' Perhaps not much under any circumstances.

Perhaps if he could have known what was passing at that moment in Joe's mind, he would have liked them still less.
'Is he recruiting for a--for a fine regiment ?' said Joe, glancing at a little round mirror that hung in the bar.
'I believe he is,' replied the host.

'It's much the same thing, whatever regiment he's recruiting for.

I'm told there an't a deal of difference between a fine man and another one, when they're shot through and through.' 'They're not all shot,' said Joe.
'No,' the Lion answered, 'not all.

Those that are--supposing it's done easy--are the best off in my opinion.' 'Ah!' retorted Joe, 'but you don't care for glory.' 'For what ?' said the Lion.
'Glory.' 'No,' returned the Lion, with supreme indifference.