“Well, I'll be darned,” said Major Bayne. “How did you find out?”
Barry told him, adding, “You will have to train your man to lie more cheerfully.”
“That's what comes of a man's environment,” said the major, disgustedly. “I was always too truthful, anyway.”
“Well, sir,” said Barry, turning to the colonel. “I'm awfully glad to find you here. I was afraid I'd lost you.”
“Well, gentlemen,” said the colonel, “you have all got your orders. Does any one want to ask a question? Well, then, it's pretty simple after all. Two companies advance as far as Maple Copse, and gradually work up until they feel the enemy, then put in a block and hold against attack, at all costs. The other two companies are to follow up in support at Zillebeck Village. Later on, when our reserves come up, and when our guns return--I hear they are pushing them up rapidly--we are promised a go at those devils. Meantime we have got to hold on, but I expect the battalion will be pulled out very shortly.”
The flickering candles lit up the faces of the men crowding the dugout. They were elaborately careless and jolly, but their eyes belied their faces. Under the careless air there was a tense and stern look of expectation. They were all sportsmen, and had all experienced the anxious nervous thrill of the moments preceding a big contest. Once the ball was off, their nervousness would go, and they would be cool and wary, playing the game for all they had in them.
“Now, gentlemen,” said the colonel, as they prepared to leave the dugout, “before I let you go, there is one thing I want to say. It's a tradition of the British army that any soldier or officer who has lost his unit marches toward the sound of the guns. I am proud to-night that we have an example of that old tradition here. We left our chaplain behind, and he didn't know where his battalion had gone, but he moved toward the sound of the guns. That is what I would expect from any of you, gentlemen, but it's none the less gratifying to find one's expectations realised.”
Only his flaming face revealed Barry's emotion as the colonel was speaking.
“Now then, gentlemen, carry on, and the best of luck.”
“Sir,” said Barry, “what about a little prayer?”
“Fine,” said the colonel heartily, while round the room there ran a murmur of approval.