The major took the letter from his breast pocket, and put it in his hand. Barry held it a moment, then carried it to his lips.
“Now—that's—all—major,” he whispered. “Tell—her—I—thank—God—for—her—and—for—the—other. Major—tell—the boys—that—God—is good—. Never—to be—afraid—but to—carry on—”
It was his last word, and there could be no better. “God is good. Never be afraid but carry on.”
CHAPTER XX
“CARRY ON”
The next day but one they carried the Pilot to his grave in the little plot outside the walled cemetery on the outskirts of the city of Albert. It had been arranged that only a small guard should follow to the grave. But this plan was changed. Sergeant Mackay, who was the only sergeant left after consulting “the boys,” came to Major Bayne.
“The boys feel bad, sir,” he said, “that they can't go with the Pilot, excuse me, sir, the chaplain.”
“Do they?” said the major. “We want to avoid congestion in the streets, and besides we don't want to expose the men. They are still shelling the city, you know.”
“I know, sir,” replied the sergeant. “The boys have heard the shells before, sir. And there's not so many of them that they will crowd the streets much.”