"Don't take any notice of what I said before--I mean of all that cold water I poured on your scheme.

It's splendid.

Go in and win; and when you're half-way back, or if you're pursued, make old Joeboy fill his bellows and roar.

I'll come to your help, even if there's a thousand Doppies after you." "I know you will," I said warmly as I returned the pressure of his hand.
"There, good-bye." "Good-bye, old boy! You'll do it.

Oh! I wish I were coming too." "Good-bye, Mr Private Moray," said Briggs softly, in his deep tones.
"I wish you everything in the way of luck.