"I wasn't born to be taken.

What did Captain Colton want with you, Scott, if it's no great military or state secret ?" "To see Fernand Weber, the Alsatian, whom you must remember." "Of course we recall him! Didn't we take that dive in the river together?
But he's an elusive chap, regular will-o'-the-wisp, messenger and spy of ours, and other things too, I suppose." "He's done me some good turns," said John.

"Been pretty handy several times when I needed a handy man most.

He brought news that Mademoiselle Julie Lannes and her servants, the Picards, father and daughter, are on their way to or are at Chastel, a little village not far from here, where the French have established a huge hospital for the wounded.

She left Paris in obedience to a letter from her brother, and we are to tell Philip if we should happen to see him." "Pretty girl! Deucedly pretty!" said Carstairs.
"I don't think the somewhat petty adjective 'pretty' is at all adequate," said John with dignity.
"Maybe not," said Carstairs, noticing the earnest tone in his comrade's voice.