"Bring Sergeant Mock in at the rear of the battalion.

If he shirks, prod him with the points of your bayonets.

Don't be brutal, but make the sergeant keep up at the rear of the battalion." "Sir-----" began Mock protestingly.
"Quite enough for you, Sergeant Mock," Greg rapped out.

"I'll have your feet examined by a surgeon when you come in.

Unless the surgeon tells me that I'm wrong you may look for something to happen!" As Greg turned and started to run back to the head of his company he thought he heard a sound like a hiss.