"Fellowes, sir, Guards division," answered the speaker, a huge red-haired man with choleric, blue eyes.
"Hum ... and you?" passing on.
"Retire, sir, nothing else for it."
"Retire."
"Stay where we are, sir, and fight them as they come. We'll be wiped out, but that don't matter much; it's better than slinking home, anyway."
This from a skeleton of a man, with haggard face, large dark eyes, and hair patched with grey.
"Who are you, Drink or Colney Hatch?"
"Roy, sir, Lancashire division."
"Roy," repeated Graeme, passing on, "Roy. And you, Boko?"
"Retire, sir, but fight them all the way," said Godwin. "Retreat to Corunna, sir."