"Let's get to work.

You're hurt, captain, so you sit down and give orders to your boy to lay out the fighting tools.

Get 'em all ready, ammunition and all.

Bedad, sir, I haven't had a fight since I was up in the hill country having a turn at the niggers, and this promises to be a rare treat." "I'll have everything ready for your feast, major," said the captain sadly.
"Hold up, man, and don't talk as if you had lost a half-sovereign, or, worse still, your ship.

Keep a good heart, as I do.