"Hullo, Macfarlane! I knew your voice," he replied, stopping.
"Everything all right?" asked the Captain; and the Orphan remembered that this was Mr. Armstrong's cousin, and listened eagerly for what the General, who had just gone through this terribly anxious time, had to say.
"A pipeful of ship's tobacco, and I should be a happy man," was what he actually did say.
"I know where I can get some, sir," the Orphan interrupted. "Mr. Armstrong has plenty down at No. 3 Pier."
"There's a picket-boat waiting for you there, General. Mr. Orpen will show you the way. Everything all quiet when you left?"
"Everything. The Turks haven't stirred from their trenches; have hardly fired a shot all night. We've brought everyone back."
The Orphan piloted the General and his Staff Officer through the crowd of men round No. 3 Pier, and found Mr. Armstrong.
"General Bailey, sir; he wants a pipeful of ship's tobacco," he said, and left them there; hearing Mr. Armstrong's funny drawl: "You're—a—sort—of —cousin—of—mine—sir—your—brother—in—the— Navy—used—to—beat—me—thundering—hard—a— thundering—good—chap—take—the—whole— blessed—pouchful."
"Bubbles!" the Orphan called, as he found the picket-boat, "I've brought you another General."
"Put him down below in the cabin with 'Kaiser Bill'," Bubbles sang out laughingly. "What 'Kaiser Bill' doesn't know about looking after Generals isn't worth knowing."