She wouldn't give it all up simply for nothing, simply for a bullet ..." he broke off.
"Look here, Trenchard," I said, "try not to think of her just now more than you can help, _just now_.

We're in for a stiff time, I believe.
This will be our last easy afternoon, I fancy, and even now we ought to be back helping Nikitin.

You've got to work all you know.

One's nerves get wrong easily enough in a place like this--and after what has happened I feel this damned Forest already.

But we mustn't _let_ our nerves go.