Playoust headed them:
"It's disgustin' that's wot it is. There's the bally 21st there doin' nothing. Wy can't they send them?"
I ventured to remark:
"You've not been overdone so far."
I laughed.
"Outpost duty has its interesting moments."
They fell upon me, and in such a tone!
"Oh, Dreher ... on other people's worries...!"
I retorted. There was a sudden torrent of bitter words, of almost injurious reproaches. Yes, yes, they had seen me at it! Then they brought up their eternal grievances at F——. Descroix accused me of toadying to the lieutenant.
Oh! I turned on my heel. I was stupefied, sickened at this persistent animosity after our brotherly agape, the other day. What paltry minds they had!