I don't even get on the casualty list, on account of you.

You see what we're both up against now, through that bump of locality you're so proud of.

Edwards' Grove[1] is where _you_ belong.

I'm not blaming you, though--I'm blaming myself for listening to a dispatch kid!" The Germans, not understanding, paid no attention, and Roscoe went on, reminding Tom of the old, flippant, cheaply cynical Roscoe, who had stolen his employer's time to smoke cigarettes in the Temple Camp office, trying to arouse the stenographer's mirth by ridiculing the Boy Scouts.
"I'm not thinking about what you're saying," he said bluntly, after a few minutes.

"I'm remembering how you saved my life and named your gun after me." "Hey, Fritzie, have they got any Boy Scouts in Germany ?" Roscoe asked, ignoring Tom, but speaking apparently at him.