He stood up and tightened his belt a notch.
"We can try, sir," Frazier affirmed grimly.

Unshaven, haggard, dirty, and streaked with sweat, he made a strange figure by contrast with the trim, military-looking chap who only a week before had started with the other Legionaries, now no less altered than he.
"Very well," said the Master decisively.

"Our prospects are good.

The wounded are coming on.

Counting Lebon, we have twenty-five men.