"Your questions, sir, and your way of putting the case confuse me." "And you, Pitson ?" Dick demanded, eyeing the third man.

"Knowing that, if you are sent to some non-combatant work, some other man will have to be sent to this company to do your killing work for you, you wish to dodge fighting duty ?" "Yes, sir; I do," Pitson answered unhesitatingly.
"Pitson, consider the matter seriously and try to decide whether you're a moral hero or a physical coward!" "Sir, I am no mor-----" Here the man hesitated, growing red in the face.
"Out with it," Dick smiled coolly.
"I am a conscientious objector, sir," Pitson rejoined.

"No matter what punishment may await me for refusing, I _must_ decline to accept any duty that may call upon me to kill another human being." "Yet you would call a policeman, in the case of finding a burglar in your house ?" "Not if I thought the policeman would have to kill the burglar, sir," Pitson protested.
"I'll wager the fellow is lying, at that," Prescott reflected, as he rose.

"Take off your hat, Pitson." The soldier obeyed.

His forehead sloped up and back.