"Major Prime of the 135th?"
The other nodded. "The wonderful 135th—God, what men they were——" his eyes shone.
Randy made his little gesture of salute. "They were that. I don't wonder you are proud of them."
"It was worth all the rest," the Major said, "to have known my men."
He looked out of the window at the drizzle of rain. "How quiet the world seems after it all——"
Then like the snap of bullets came the staccato voice through the open door of the compartment.
"Find out why we are stopping in this beastly hole, Kemp, and get me something cold to drink."
Kemp, sailing down the aisle, like a Lilliputian drum major, tripped over Randy's foot.
"Beg pardon, sir," he said, and sailed on.
Randy looked after him. "'His Master's voice——'"