He was an unpopular neighbour and an unpopular master; but as a leader in war he was well-beloved by those who rode behind his pennant.

His dash, his proved courage, his forethought for the soldiers' comfort, even his rough gibes, were all to the taste of the bold blades in jack and salet.
"Nay, by the rood!" he cried, "what poor dogs are these?
Here be some as crooked as a bow, and some as lean as a spear.

Friends, ye shall ride in the front of the battle; I can spare you, friends.

Mark me this old villain on the piebald! A two-year mutton riding on a hog would look more soldierly! Ha! Clipsby, are ye there, old rat?
Y' are a man I could lose with a good heart; ye shall go in front of all, with a bull's eye painted on your jack, to be the better butt for archery; sirrah, ye shall show me the way." "I will show you any way, Sir Daniel, but the way to change sides," returned Clipsby, sturdily.
Sir Daniel laughed a guffaw.
"Why, well said!" he cried.

"Hast a shrewd tongue in thy mouth, go to! I will forgive you for that merry word.