Capt. Very well—bring them up. (Sergeant obeys.) Now, men, what is it?
Private Brown. Please, Sir, I have got a tooth-ache.
Capt. Very well—fall out, and go to the doctor.
Private B. Please, Sir, I don't want to see no doctor. I can cure myself.
Capt. Very well—cure yourself. (Private salutes, and retires.) And now, JONES and ROBINSON, what do you want?
Private Jones. Please, Sir, me and ROBINSON were told off for guard six months ago, and we think it's too much to expect us to do sentry-go so soon.
Capt. Well, you know your orders.
Private J. Oh, that'll be all right, Sir! We'll explain to the War Office if there's any row about it!
[The Privates salute, and retire.
Capt. Anything else, Sergeant?