"Sharpe turned up presently, with his face all grimy with smoke, and yelled, 'Is every one here ?' 'Yes,' said Crofter--silly ass, how could he tell?
Then Coxhead said to me, 'Where's Sarah got to ?' That made me look round, and I can tell you I was pretty sick when I couldn't see you.

Just fancy a chap sleeping away through it all! Why, the ant and the sluggard," said Langrish, getting a little mixed in his proverbs, "weren't in it with you.

So I yelled 'Sarah!' with all my might.

You should have seen the chaps sit up when they heard your name.

Then old Tempest, with his mouth shut and looking middling pasty about the face, broke through the scrimmage and sent us right and left, and made a regular header into the place.