"I go in with the '10th,'" I objected, but he assured me that it would give them so much pleasure, we'd got on so well yesterday.
I let him give me some, and tasted it.
"Clinking, your coffee."
"Here's to you!"
Big Henry soon came up on behalf of the other half-section; and I had to accept a second cupful, in order to prevent any jealousy. What enchanted me was that I had won the esteem of these fellows—at small cost, goodness knows!
A little firing had been heard for the last few minutes, but only in the distance, strange to say! Nothing serious so far!
The quartermaster-sergeant passed, inquiring what ammunition we had left! Nothing very great! We had played havoc with it.
"No more need of bullets!" Guillaumin interrupted joyously. "We're going to do some storming now!"
I had not seen him since last night. Unbrushed, unshaven, his dirty face shining. Was this, I thought, henceforward to be my friend, my best friend? I would not allow myself to be ill-natured.