"Master, I comprehend not thy speech."
"Lumme, I speak plain enough English, I 'ope. I say, what I want is something to keep me safe if the Boche comes over. The Boche, you know! Fritz! The 'Un! The fellers across there, you blinkin' image! The Germans!"
"My Lord desires protection from his enemies."
"That's better, Eustace. Think it out, and you'll get there in time."
"It shall be so. Behold!"
An object appeared in the Spirit's hand.
"Behold, O Lord of Might, the helmet of invisibility. Clad in this thou canst be seen of no mortal eye. So mayest thou move among the hosts of the enemy, seeing all, yet seen of none."
"By gum!" commented Alf, much impressed, "that's a bit of all right. Shouldn't mind doing daylight patrols with that on. Knocks a tin 'at all to blazes."
He pondered a moment and began to see the disadvantages of the idea.