Thus in a few moments he was of our party.

I could not avoid the feeling that it was some strange fate which continually brought us two together.
"The Army's rotten for want of service," grumbled Williams, following out his own pet hobby.

"Nothing in the world to do for our fellows here.
Sport?
Why, Captain Orme, we couldn't show you a horse race where I'd advise you to bet a dollar.

The fishing doesn't carry, and the shooting is pretty much gone, even if it were the season.

Outside of a pigeon match or so, this Post is stagnant.