Not a bit of good, sir.
Gordon.
(Unbelieving.) I’m the right age. I’m strong. I can ride like a cow-boy. I can shoot better than my brother.
Robert.
That’s so.
Re. Off.
Your bit is not at the front.
Loveday.
Oh, officer. Is it impossible? It is such a trifling limp.
(Gordon looks acutely distressed but smiles bravely and very gratefully at Loveday.)