Bathurst told me to say whoever went could have his horse, which is a long way the best in the station.

I should fancy as good as your own." "I don't know," Forster said; "led horses are a nuisance; still, as you say, it might come in useful, if it is only to loose and turn down a side road, and so puzzle anyone who may be after you in the dark." The Major and Forster left the roof together.
"Well, that is a rum go," Wilson said.

"If it had been anyone but Forster I should have said that he funked and was taking the opportunity to get out of it, but everyone knows that he has any amount of pluck; look how he charged those Sepoys single handed." "There are two sorts of pluck, Wilson," the Doctor said dryly.

"There is the pluck that will carry a man through a desperate action and lead him to do deeds that are the talk of an army.

Forster possesses that kind of pluck in an unusual degree.