He
goes under arrest as soon as we get back to billets."
"Thank you very much, sir," said Master Cockerell, entirely thawed.
"I'm afraid my chaps were lying all over the road; but they are pretty
well down and out at present."
"Where have you come from?" inquired the Major, turning a curious eye
upon Cockerell's prostrate followers.
Cockerell explained When he had finished, he added wistfully--
"I suppose you have not got an odd tin or two of bully to give away,
sir? My fellows are about--"
For answer, the Major took the Lieutenant by the arm and led him
towards the lorry.
"You have come," he announced, "to the very man you want. I am
practically Mr. Harrod. In fact, I am a Corps Supply Officer. How
would a Maconochie apiece suit your boys?"
Cockerell, repressing the ecstatic phrases which crowded to his
tongue, replied that that was just what the doctor had ordered.
"Where are you bound for?" continued the Major.
"St. Gregoire."
"Of course. You were pulled out from there, weren't you? I am going to
St. Gregoire myself as soon as I have finished my round. Home to bed,
in fact. I haven't had any sleep worth writing home about for four
nights. It is no joke tearing about a country full of shell-holes,
hunting for people who have shifted their ration-dump seven times in
four days. However, I suppose things will settle down again, now that
you fellows have fired Brother Boche out of the Kidney Bean.
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