“Well, I suppose I may as well go and have a look at my lot,” Kavanagh stretched himself.
“I told ’em to hunt round and see if they could get this place wired up!”
“Umpteenth Corps ought to have thought of that, long ago!”
“Did you ever know Corps think of anything.”
While Kavanagh was so engaged, Dormer took a turn round the various guards and posts he had established. There appeared to be fair cover from view, and even from small-arm and field-gun fire. Of course when the Bosche really wanted to get the place, nothing Dormer and Kavanagh and some forty men could do would stop it. In coming round to the stables behind the Château he found his Sergeant with two men, laboriously trundling on a hand cart what he soon verified to be slabs of marble. What would they think of next? The explanation was, “There was a champion bathroom, sir, an’ I thought we could set up our Lewis better with these!”
When Kavanagh saw what was going on, he laughed.
“More damage in billets, Dormer!”
“Well, the stuff will be smashed up anyhow, won’t it?”
“Two blacks don’t make a white. I understand why you told Vinyolles the whole army was guilty. You’re doing just what your friend did about his mules.”
“Why will you drag in that beastly business? This has nothing in common with it.”