Sir Munion shrugged his shoulders. He had all the advantages at his fingers’ ends, from pay to billeting: there was nothing more to be said. Nevertheless young Smith went.
“Hullo, Sergeant Cane,” said Smith.
“Hello, sir,” said the sergeant.
“Do you remember that night at Reit River?”
“Don’t I, sir,” said Cane.
“One blanket each and no ground sheet?”
“I remember, sir,” said Cane.
“Didn’t it rain,” said Smith.
“It rained that night, proper.”
“Drowned a few of the lice, I suppose.”