You're holding something back." "What are you driving at, you chattering Green Mountaineer ?" "Why don't you tell something about the time the trooper fell from his horse wounded, and you, dismounting under the enemy's fire, helped him on your own horse, although you got two wounds in your body while doing it, and brought him off in safety?
Didn't I say that you were a liar, a convicted liar from modesty ?" Pennington blushed.
"I didn't want to say anything about that," he muttered.

"I had to do it." "Lots of men wouldn't have had to do it.

You go down for five good wounds, Frank Pennington." "Now, then, what about yourself, George ?" asked Dick.
"One in the arm, one on the shoulder and one across the ankle.

I don't waste time in words, like you two, my verbose friends.

That gives the three of us combined twelve wounds, a fair average of four apiece." "And it's our great good luck that not one of the twelve is a disabling hurt," said Dick.
"But we get the credit for the full twelve, all the same," said Warner, "and we maintain our prestige in the army.