He looked round. There were a lot of men lying there, and others in khaki and white overalls were busy amongst them. He sat up and rubbed his head, and said:
“Hi, mister, where be I now?”
Some one laughed, and a young man came up and said:
“Well, old thing, you were very nearly in hell. Who the devil are you?”
Some one else came up, and the two of them were discussing him. One of them said:
“He’s quite all right. He was only knocked out. Better take him to the colonel. He may be a spy.”
The other came up, and touched his shoulder, and remarked:
“Can you walk, uncle?”
He replied: “Ay, I can walk all right.”
“That’s an old sport!”