"Good night, Big Yeogh Wough."
At his room door I looked back to say lightly:
"Anyhow, even if there is any truth in your friend's prophecy, I daresay I shall be dead and buried before that bullet or that shell hits you in India."
"Oh, it's not to happen till I'm sixty! So, you see, whatever I may do, I shall be quite safe till then."
CHAPTER XII IN THE DANGER ZONE
"Dew on the pink-flushed petals;
Roseate wings unfurled:
What can, I thought, be fairer