"Not fit at all, sir," says Ted.
"Well carry on," said the doctor.
I looked at Ted, Ted looked at me and 'e tipped me the wink.
"'Ow d'ye feel," said the doctor to me.
"Not fit at all," I answers.
"Back to duties," 'e said and my jaw dropped with a click like a rifle bolt. 'Twas ten minutes after that when 'e gave me the two francs."
"I saw Spud 'Iggles, 'im that was wounded at Givenchy;" Bill informed us after he had lit a fresh cigarette.
"'Ole Spud!"
"'Ows Spud?"
"Not so bad, yer know," said Bill, answering our last question. "'E's got a job."