Aren’t you Sergeant Jack Ram?” “Jackrum, sir. And I’ll thank you for not writing my name down in your little book, sir.” “Sorry, Sergeant, but that’s my job,” said de Worde breezily. “I have to write things down.” “Well, sir, soldierin’ is my job,” said Jackrum, climbing onto the cart and gathering up the reins. “But you’ll note how at this moment in time I am not killin’ you. Let’s go, eh?”
