Last of all I insisted on a lead box of biscuits – and Willie cried out with laughter.
‘They are ship’s biscuits – what should we need those for?’
‘Insurance, my lad.’ says I. ‘Take ’em along, and it’s odds you’ll never need them. Leave ’em behind, and as sure as shooting you’ll finish up living off blood-stained snow and dead mules.’ It’s God’s truth, too.
Flashman at the Charge, p.37, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.
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