CHAPTER XV
A BILLETING ADVENTURE
"Some'ow or other, Ginger, I feel I'm goin' to 'ave quite an 'appy day."
Bindle proceeded to light his pipe with the care of a man to whom tobacco means both mother and wife.
"I don't 'old wiv playin' the fool like you do, Joe," grumbled Ginger. "It only gets you the sack."
Bindle and Ginger were seated comfortably on the tail-board of a pantechnicon bearing the famous name of Harridge's Stores. Ginger had a few days' leave, which he was spending in voluntarily helping his mates with their work.
As they rumbled through Putney High Street, Bindle from time to time winked at a girl, or exchanged some remark with a male passer-by.
For the wounded soldiers taking their morning constitutional he had always a pleasant word.