"He made that fine stand at Beersheba--when the Arabs rushed the camp, and you weren't looking.

He took the blame for your carelessness, and never squealed.

You took the credit for his presence of mind, and have treated him like a dog ever since.

You expect me to try to save your bacon and forget Catesby's ?" "Nonsense, Grim! You're talking without your book.

Here's what happened: the stuff arrived at Ludd in a truck attached to the end of a mixed train.