The cigarette approached him, in a wavy movement, and a man's figure was vaguely discerned.
"A.S.C. convoy, sir."
"Where are you supposed to be going to?"
"No. 2 Battery, Second Brigade, sir. Can't find it, sir. And we've got off the road. The G.S. wagon fell into a hole and broke an axle, sir."
"And what do you think you're doing?"
"Waiting for daylight, sir."
The man's youthful voice was quite cheerful.
"D'you know what time it is?"
"No, sir."
"How many other vehicles have you got?"