Do you?
Seems like I'd never want to sleep again.

Faith, this _is_ living! You've got us all enthused.

And your idea of putting every man-jack in uniform was bully! Nothing like uniforms--even a jumble of different kinds, like ours--to cement men together and give them the _esprit de corps._ If we go through as we've begun--" The Master interrupted him with a cold glance of annoyance.

The Celt's exuberance jarred on his soul.

Since the affair with "Captain Alden," the Master's nerves had gone a little raw.
Bohannan rallied bravely.
"Of course," he went on, "it was unfortunate about that New Zealand chap going West.