“And the other sergeants too.”
“Capital, well-tried men,” said Dickenson; “but I was thinking of the corporals.”
“Well, there’s hardly a man among them who mightn’t be made a sergeant to-morrow.”
“Hum!” said Dickenson.
“What do you mean?” cried Lennox shortly.
“What I say. Hum! Would you make that chap Corporal May a sergeant?”
“Well, no: I don’t think I would.”
“Don’t think? Why, the fellow’s as great a coward as he is a sneak.”
“Don’t make worse of the man than he is.”
“I won’t,” said Dickenson. “I’ll amend my charge. He’s as great a sneak as he is a coward.”