None whatever, Sir Oswald.

We have lost fully three hundred men, since we crossed the border, and a hundred and fifty since we came here, four days since.

There is a pile of harness and arms, lying by the roadside; and there, methinks, it is likely it will lie.

You have but to go with him, when you have attired yourself and buckled on spurs, and you can pick and choose among it.
Assuredly, no one will gainsay you." Oswald now changed his attire.

The clothes were handsome, and fitted him well.