They asked practically no questions.

So far as he could see, he made no difference to them.

He felt as if he were at last part of a great brotherhood, in which, chiefly, one worried about nothing more important than Japanese marmalade and margarine.
"We're almost there, boys," said Bevan, peering out of window.
"Curse!" ejaculated Jenks.

"I hate getting my traps together in a train, and I loathe the mob on the boat." "I don't see why you should," said Donovan.

"I'm blest if I bother about anything.