Rejected for the army last month.
Clem.
Rejected?
Bar.
For my—for my—I don’t know why, but I was rejected.
Clem.
[Laughing.] That’s lucky—A soldier that’s afraid!
Bar.
[Flaring up quickly.] I’m not afraid on land—let them come at me—I’ll soon stick a knife through their ribs!
Clem.