"Not so sudden as death, or a shrapnel. Now, to business. You fellows look fit. What's your names?"
"Bill Buster's mine."
"Age?"
"About thirty—that's near enough."
"Religion?"
"Ain't got any."
"That means you're officially C. of E."
"What's that, Sam—eh—sir?"
"Church of England—they father queer birds like you."
"Now, your father and mother?"