“Oh, I don’t know,” said Lennox. “They’re a rough lot of countrymen, and they think that everything is fair in war, I suppose. Where are they?”
“Number 4 tin hut, and a fellow inside with them night and day. Then there’s the sentry outside. Makes a lot of trouble for the men.”
Lennox was silent for a few minutes before speaking again.
“I say, Bob.”
“Yes?”
“Look at this cut on my forehead.”
“I’m looking. Very pretty. It’s healing fast now.”
“Will it leave much of a scar?”
“I dare say it will,” said Dickenson mockingly. “Add to your beauty. But you ought to have one on the other side to match it.”
“I wasn’t thinking about my looks,” said Lennox, smiling.