We'll make a try at it.

Who commands this last squad ?" A sergeant, a big fellow, with closely trimmed gray moustache, elbowed his way forward, and saluted.
"From H troop, are you not ?" "Yes, sir; we're all H; my name's Mahoney." "I remember you; Irish to a man.

Well, this is going to beat any Donnybrook Fair you lads ever saw.

Get busy, and barricade every door and window on this floor; use the furniture, or whatever you get hands on.

Miles, take the south side, and Mahoney, the north.