Near, were the buttons he had fished out of his pocket, and he was laboring with clumsy fingers and rising temper at an obdurate bunch of thread.
"I've been round looking over the field," said Kent, as he came up.
A contemptuous snort answered him.
"You ought to've been along.

I saw a great many interesting things." "O, yes, I s'pose.

Awful interesting.

Lot o' dead men laying around in the mud.

'Bout as interesting, I should say, as a spell o' setting on a Coroner's jury.