"Spiders, 'rooky,'" Bouillon announced jovially.
I was at the pump in a bound, and spent quite a long time washing and soaping myself. In my absence, coffee was prepared and handed round. When I came back there was nothing left but a few lukewarm dregs.
I blamed Bouguet for it.
"In future you'll see that my coffee is kept for me!"
He kicked at this.
"I only have just enough for my section. Sergeant Donnadieu has one man less. It's his job to get yours."
I made enquiries. He was quite right.