Still Barry lingered.
“There was also a young lady, sir, last night,” he said at length.
“A young lady?”
“Sister Vincent, sir,” interjected the sergeant. “She ran them up to the camp in her car, sir. The ambulances and cars were all under orders.”
“Ah! Ran you up to the camp, eh?”
“Yes, she ran us up with the biscuits and coffee. It was awfully kind of her.”
“Ah!—Um!—Very good! Very good! Sergeant, call her,” said the O. C. abruptly.
“I'm afraid she'd be asleep now, sir. She was on night duty, sir.”
“Oh, then,” said Barry, “please don't disturb her. I wouldn't think of it. If you will be kind enough, sir, to convey the thanks of the men and of myself to her.”
“Surely, surely! Well, I really must be going. Goodbye! Good luck!”