CHAPTER 17: Stockades And War Camps.
"Well, Hallett, here we are," Lisle said the next morning, "and thank God neither of us is touched, except perhaps by a few slugs.
Of these, however, I dare say the surgeon will rid us this morning.
It has been a big affair and, if we live to a hundred years, we are not likely to go through such another." "I wish you would not be so confoundedly cheerful," Hallett said, gloomily; "we have got to go down again, and the Kokofu are to be dealt with.

We shall probably have half a dozen more battles.

The rain, too, shows no signs of giving up, and we shall have to tramp through swamps innumerable, ford countless rivers and, I dare say, be short of food again before we have done.

As to going through such work again, my papers will be sent in at the first hint that I am likely to have to take part in it." "All of which means, Hallett, that just at the present moment a reaction has set in; and I will guarantee that, if you had a thoroughly good breakfast, and finished it off with a pint of champagne, you would see matters in a different light, altogether." "Don't talk of such things," Hallett said, feebly; "it is a dream, a mere fantasy.

It doesn't seem to me, at present, a possibility that such a meal could fall to my lot.
"Look at me, look at my wasted figure! I weighed nearly fourteen stone, when we started; I doubt whether I weigh ten, now." "All the better, Hallett.