"This is no time for slack soldiering.

Greg, I'll feel consoled for working eighteen hours a day if it results in making the Ninety-ninth the best infantry regiment of the line." "Can it be done ?" Greg inquired.
"Yes." "But I've a hunch that every other regiment is striving for the same honor," Captain Holmes continued.

"Ours isn't the only K.O.
who covets the honor of commanding the best regiment of 'em all." "It can be done," Dick insisted, "and I say it must be done." "Yet other regiments would be so close to us in excellence that it would be hard to name the one that is really best." "In that case we wouldn't have won the honor," Dick smilingly insisted.
"Then consider that fellow Cartwright," Greg added, lowering his voice a bit.

"He's a born shirker, and one weak company would make a regiment that much poorer." "If Cartwright shirks, then mark my word that he'll be dropped," Dick rejoined quickly.

"But Greg, man, this is war-time, and the biggest and most serious war in which we were ever engaged.
There must be no doubts---no ifs or buts.