"[...]there's only troopers and 'osses as I knows of.'
"'Gord bless you, Bill! None of the other chaps 'ave twigged, and I've scarce throwed a word at Jim since we got afloat. But I looked at 'im and 'e at me, and folks with one 'eart between 'em don't need for words.'"
Here the narrator put a square thumb over the brim of his pipe and pressed the weed almost tenderly.
"In time," he went on, "I got quite proud o' young Jones, 'e was as smart a dragoon as any, an 'orsemaster[...]".