Bouillon outdid him.
"Strikes me it ain't the sergeants wot worries you."
"You're right there!"
They were agreed on that point.
"Well, Judsi?" I began again less severely.
He tried to get out of it.
"W'en a bloke's starvin'!"
"Starving! You've had your haversack rations."
Bouillon gave him away.