"Hey, you—it's him, by God! Get him! Get him!"
"Here he is, down here! Head him off!"
"Over there!" Grinnel yelled. "Head him off! Head him—good work!"
"For God's sake. It's a girl."
"Those goddam yeomen and their goddam prowlers."
Grinnel: "Where are you from, kid?"
"That's no kid from the base, commander. Look at her!"
"I just was, sarge. Looks good to me, don't it to you?"
Grinnel, tolerant, fatherly, amused: "Now, men, have your fun but keep it quiet."
"Don't be afraid, kid—" There was an animal howl from Martha's throat that made Lee Falcaro shake hysterically and Charles grind his fingernails into his palms.