The chances seemed a hundred to one against her arrival in the particular trench, honored by the presence of the Strangers, but John felt that in reality they were a hundred to one in favor of it.

He wished it so earnestly that it must come true.
"You're smiling, Scott," said Carstairs.

"A good honest English penny for your thoughts." "What do I care for money?
What could I do with it if I had it, held here between walls of mud only four feet apart ?" "At least," interrupted Wharton, "the high cost of living is not troubling us.

Next month's rent may come from where it pleases.

It doesn't bother me." A messenger turned the angle of the trench and summoned John to the presence of his commander, Captain Colton, who was about three hundred yards away.