No More Learning

(Gravely. ) Heaven forbid! A man like you can't be as bad as
that. A fall is no nice thing, but one never gives it a thought.

Capt. G. Doesn't one? Wait till you've got a wife and a youngster of
your own, and then you'll know how the roar of the squadron behind you
turns you cold all up the back.

Capt. M. (Aside. ) And this man led at Amdheran after Bagal Deasin went
under, and we were all mixed up together, and he came out of the snow
dripping like a butcher. (Aloud. ) Skittles! The men can always open out,
and you can always pick your way more or less.
We haven't the dust to
bother us, as the men have, and whoever heard of a horse stepping on a
man?

Capt. G. Never--as long as he can see. But did they open out for poor
Errington?

Capt. M. Oh, this is childish!

Capt. G. I know it is, worse than that. I don't care. You've ridden
Van Loo. Is he the sort of brute to pick his way--'specially when we're
coming up in column of troop with any pace on?

Capt. M.