CHAPTER XVII
LONDON LEAVE AND PHYLLIS
The leave train pulled into the Boulogne station exactly twenty-six hours late. As Barry stepped off the train he was met by the R. T. O., an old Imperial officer with a brisk and important military manner.
“You are the O. C. train, sir?” he inquired.
“I am, sir,” replied Barry, saluting.
“You have had a hard time, I understand,” said the R. T. O., drawing him off to one side and speaking in a low tone.
“Yes sir, we HAVE had a hard time,” replied Barry, “at least the men have. This is my report, sir.”
The R. T. O. took the document, opened it, glanced hurriedly through it.
“Ah,” he said, “ninety-seven casualties, thirteen fatal. Very bad. Six burned. This is truly terrible.”