I suppose that you have given your parole, as I have; but when we are once in prison there will be an end of that, and it is hard if, when we put our heads together, we don't hit on some plan of escape.
"Do you know the other officers?
If so, please introduce me to them." As soon as the introductions were completed, Terence asked Ryan where he had been wounded.
"I was hit by a piece of a French shell," the latter replied.
"Fortunately it did not come straight at me, but scraped along my ribs, laying them pretty well bare.

As it was a month ago, it is quite healed up; but I am very stiff still, and am obliged to be very careful in my movements.

If I forget all about it, and give a turn suddenly, I regularly yell; for it feels as if a red-hot iron had been stuck against me.

However, I have learned to be careful and, as long as I simply walk straight on, I am pretty well all right.
"It was a near case, at first; and I believe I should have died of starvation if the French had not come in.

Those brutes of Spaniards would do nothing whatever for me, and I give you my word of honour that nothing passed my lips, but water, for three days." "Perhaps it was a good thing for you, Dicky, and kept down fever." "I would have run the chance of a dozen fevers, to have got a good meal," Ryan said indignantly.