"Surprised," broke in Bindle. "O' course you are. Fancy bein' in the army without anythink to wash it down.
"Now, Ginger," said Bindle after a pause, "tell the General 'ow 'appy you are bein' a soldier."
"I don't 'old wiv the army," was Ginger's gloomy response.
"What!" There was the light of battle in the General's eye. "Then why the devil did you enlist?" he demanded in his most aggressive parade manner.
"To get away," was Ginger's enigmatical response.
"To get away! To get away from what?" demanded the General.
"You see, sir," explained Bindle, "Ginger ain't 'appy in 'is 'ome life. 'E's got a wife an' three kids and——"
"Jawin' an' squallin'," interrupted Ginger vindictively.
"Why don't you like the army?" demanded the General.
"Don't 'old wiv orficers."