"If thou faint in the day of adversity, thy strength is small," said Glass reprovingly.
The Sergeant surveyed him with acute dislike. "If you get fresh with me, my lad, we're going to fall out," he said.
"The words are none of mine, but set down in Holy Writ, Sergeant," explained Glass.
"There's a time and a place for everything," replied the Sergeant, "and this isn't the place nor the time for the Holy Writ. You attend to me, now! When you saw that chap sneaking out of this gate last night, it was just after ten o'clock, wasn't it?"
"It was, Sergeant."
"And getting dark?"
"As you say, Sergeant."
"Too dark for you to see him very clearly?"
"Too dark for me to distinguish his features, but not too dark for me to take note of his build and raiment."
"It's my belief it was too dark for you to see whether he was carrying anything or not," said the Sergeant.