"Take his name an' address, sir," said a sheepish-looking recruit who had been chucked out of the Police Force.
"Oh! I'm afraid he would have your life while you were doing that. No, my lad—get under cover, and then——"
"Knock his lights out."
"That's the sort of answer I want. But how would you knock him out?"
"Below the belt, sir," cheeped Tamson.
"Look here, Tamson, this isn't a bally boxing-school. And don't be so flippant. What you have got to do, men, is Shoot—and Shoot well. And what I next want to know is, what happens after a force has concentrated a severe rifle-fire on an enemy's position for a considerable time?"
[pg 67] "Stick yer bayonets in their guts," answered M'Whiskey.
"That's how Carlyle would put it, and that's just exactly what you have got to do. But when advancing to the Charge, what does the attacking party do?"
"Makes a hellifa noise, sir."
"Certainly, but it's not necessary to use these Gallowgate adjectives. Adjectives are all right when you're thrusting the sausages inside a German's stomach. In fact, the more you curse and yell when charging the enemy, the greater will be the effect of the charge."