“Yes, and this rescuing of men from burning cars,” exclaimed Phyllis.
“And knocking out insubordinates.”
“And being mentioned in despatches.”
“And receiving cheers at the station.”
“Now where did you get all that stuff?” inquired Barry.
“Why, all London is ringing with it,” said Captain Neil.
“Nonsense,” said Barry; “who's been stuffing you?”
“Well,” said Phyllis, “we came across your sergeant to-day in the hospital. Such a funny man.”
“Who? Fatty Matthews?” asked Barry, turning to Captain Neil.
“Yes, it was Fatty,” said Captain Neil, “and if you had your rights by his account, you ought to be in command at this moment of an army corps at the very least. But you were O. C. leave train, were you not?”