"Jennings?" said the major breathlessly. "And what did he do?"
"He," said General Bullwigg. "Nothing. He said, however, and he was careful not to show his head above the top of the trench: 'I can't stand this,' he said; 'somebody's got to bring that poor fellow in.' As for me, I only needed the suggestion. I jumped out of the trench and ran forward, exposing myself to the fire of both armies. When, however, I reached the general officer, and my purpose was plain, the firing ceased upon both sides, and the enemy stood up and cheered me."
General Bullwigg teed his ball and drove it far.
Major Jennings bit his lip; it was hardly within his ability to hit so long a ball.
"This—er—Jennings," said he, "seems to have been a coward."
General Bullwigg shrugged his shoulders.
"Have I got it straight?" asked Major Jennings. "It was you who brought in the general officer, and not—er—this—er—Jennings who did it?"
"I thought I had made it clear," said General Bullwigg stiffly. And he repeated the anecdote from the beginning. Major Jennings's comment was simply this:
"So that was the way of it, was it?"