"Why, we've all heard of him.

He's come to the chief with messages a half-dozen times since this battle began, and I judge from the way he rushed to him just now that he has another, that can't be delayed." "I think so, too," said John, "although I don't know anything about it myself.

He's a close-mouthed fellow.

But do any of you happen to have heard of an Englishman, Carstairs, and an American, Wharton, who belong to a company called the Strangers in the French army, but who must be at present with you--that is, if they're alive ?" John's voice dropped a little, as he added the last words, but Lord James Ivor walked to the brow of a low hill, called to somebody beyond, and then walked back.
"It's a happy chance that I can tell you what you want to know," he said.

"Those two men have been serving in my own company, and they're both alive and well.