"I don't know that we expected to, sir. But we hadn't time to think about it."
"Whose mistake was it? Lucan's?"
"I don't think so, sir," he said thoughtfully, as he strove to recall it all. "I remember the look that came on his face when Nolan brought him the order. . . . I think both he and Cardigan knew there was something wrong. But Nolan was hot to have us go----"
"Is it true that he and Lucan were not on good terms?"
"I don't know anything about that, sir. There's so much talk. He's dead, anyway. His horse came galloping back with him still in the saddle and all his chest ripped open. It was horrid."
"He had no earthly right to go with you. There was some strong talk about it up there. A brave fellow, from all accounts, but hot-headed. . . . I'm going to take you to my quarters, my boy. We want you on your legs again as soon as possible."
"All right, sir. I don't think it's much. A rip or two here and there and some bullet-grazes. And the doctor's patched me up nicely."
"It's a wonder there's anything left to patch."
"You'll bring old Bob along too?"
"Oh yes, we'll take you both together. I'm glad it's in life you're not to be divided, not in death."