'Try and look forward to it.

You know the good chances are five to one.' 'Not for a lieutenant,' she said, under her breath.

'They have to lead their men.

They can't think of their own lives.' There was silence a little.

Then Farrell said--floundering, 'He'd want you to bear up!' 'I am bearing up!' she said quickly, a little resentfully.
'Yes, indeed you are!' He touched her arm a moment caressingly, as though in apology.