"To be sure he's very bloody!" said the Major.
"Aye," growled Sir Oliver, "and serve him right—he gave enough trouble for six."
"And something faint!"
"Aye, feint it is sir—the rascal's shamming."
"And dusty!"
"O, a foul beast!" agreed Sir Oliver.
"And hath a hungry look. So shall he go wash and eat——"
"Wash—eat—how—what in the devil's name, sir——"
"Sergeant!"
"Sir!" answered the Sergeant, very upright and stiff in the back.